Thursday, October 14, 2010
WDC WOOORLLDDD DAACNINGGGG
Song like this just make me smile and dance in my seat. Oh yeah, and dont forget that they make me so freaking patriotic. XD
123 AND STAAAND UPPP
FREEDOOOM
America has the most adorable Engrish ever. :3
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Not a Happy Wednesday
Today was definitely meant to be a happy Wednesday: I woke up on time, slept a good amount, and woke up again, once again at a good time (dont ask me how this happened). I wore the colors of Canada, red and white, with my Canadian tuke (beanie) that my parents brought home from their trip to Vancouver this summer. I pinned my 'Canada' pin onto my Hogwarts jacket in order to feel truly awesome. In addition to this, Gilbert (another name for Alice/Anita) and I vandalized Brist's board, Canadian themed of course, after school the day before. :) It was meant to be an awesome day, which it was for some parts.
No one wore Canadian colors that day except for Caroline, who wore dark red and off-white on whim, but I didnt care. Turns out that red and white arent colors people can find in their closets. :/ I ate 3 doughnuts (or is it donuts?) in the morning during art, when we were doing critiques of each other's works (we went outside and using charcoal, drew something. I drew a saguaro and the mountain behind it, with a blurry weird thing in front which looks cool.). I probobly sounded arrogant since I didnt find as many mistakes in my drawing as others did, but who cares! I truly didnt see anything wrong, except the mountain which I overworked in the background. But my drawing has a real contemporary look which not many had. Other drawing were epic tho: this girl made her branches absolutely amazing, with her gradient-like lights and shadows, others had incredible detail and non-cactus subjects, and this dude was drawing these flowers in incredible fairy-like detail. Those flowers were amazing. Physics passed epically: we watched a video of this bridge falling apart and wriggling as if it was rubber (ITS INCREDIBLE). Now, whenever we see something wriggling weirdly, we say, 'just like the physics bridge.' I didnt eat the fourth donuts I took, instead saving it for later (I ate half in both English and History).
Chemistry passed weirdly: I found out we had a quiz on precipitation adn I was absolutely freaking out. I almost didnt finish the test on time, yet I still got a 82, which is EPIC by my standards. An 82!! Can you believe it?!? And I didnt even study!! XDXD But I know I have to study ALOT to get a good grade (a B or higher) on the Chem Trimester Exam coming up... >.<
For some reason Im not sad anymore because of this song:
http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=Jh90Be9PA4m4Gn04fZhf
I hated this song, but while typing this I needed a pick me up AFJ-style so I found this... thing. I ahted WDC World Dancing before (I mean, really? An 80s beat? Fail.) but right now, because of its slow tempo, I felt that it was hte song I could write an emo post about. But alas, I was wrong. AFJ is an overly happy guy that makes me feel happy too. :) Alfred, I love you. <3
Washi-iington DEEECEEEE, DEEECEEE, OH OH!!
Well, the point of this post was to be all emo and fail, how much I failed at being an AFJ, since our personalitites are supposed to be similar, but I get it that Im much too timid to be America. I care about what other people think, even though I wish I didnt (I remember events in 4th grade where I embarrassed myself profusely and find myself hiding my face involuntarily in whatever I find), I have horrible leadership skills if I ahve to lead people who arent my friends (Ive tried - it never works), I would much rather sit in peace and not make trouble - although I do get really worked up and I do make war when Im ticked off. Its always in your best interests not to tick me off if you value your conscience. My 'long' temper does not last that long (ask my town members at Euroclub - I made war on the day before I left, being the absolute most Gryffindor/America I could think of. I literally fought for race equality. My passion for it got to such levels I was elected mayor for the day the next day - but unfortunatly I left sick adn was too weak to carry out my duties).
I was in such a bad mood during the van ride home I didnt talk the last few minutes to avoid making my bad mood inflicted on Gilbert and Mattie (Alice and Xtina). They were having a great time. They were friends for an incredible time. I was alone, sitting in the corner as they enjoyed their PruCan moment (since it was also act-like-a-fanfic-day. this was a horrible idea because alice and i were supposed to be fighting over xtina, but I understood that I jsut dont have the awesomness that was meant out of my character - the US and Prussia were meant to be in equal terms of awesome, but in different styles: America was supposed to be overly positive happy, which Prussia is supposed to be the 'Im-awesome-youre-not' type. Too accuratly our personalities are personified. But the thing is, I get beaten down real easily because III care too much about world opinion, being hte idiot i am. During debates, words dont come out of the mouth teh way theyre supposed to. Stuff doesnt work the right way, or I just end up looking like an idiot. I guess thats the problem then. The bad thing is that I kinda get it into my head, that I look like an idiot and immediately stop fighting. *starts crying out of... something* I just stop fighting. And it annoys me because I know I should still be up there, still trying to prove my point, but my ideas dont come out correctly, and... I dont know. But thats when I just loose my feeling of epicness adn I want to wallow in the dumps and listen to a depressing song adn nom and nom until I feel decent. Which is what I basically did today. I started crying when I was walking from the van station to home, adn when home, I didnt ring the doorbell like I normally do. I just opened hte door with my key and decided to walk in unnoticed. my lunch box started leaking earlier that day, so I quickly ran to the abthroom and started wahsing my lunchbox while crying and ranting inside my head how I should change my character and blah blah blah and how Ill type it up and regret it later, and more idiotic ideas... which I tried to type up here but got distracted by teh awesomness of the Hero: Americaaaa!!
Then I understood that this post had no use. And I have no use for it. But alas, I must post it so I shall. It would be weird to just wallow up in despair: now I have an awesome song to listen to, a white chocolate bar that is almsot gone (MMM WHITE CHOCOLAAATEEE!!!), and a feeling of happy equilibrium.
I have a certain degree of respect for the 'popular' group at school. They dont care what others think, they have no idea, or some idea, about what others think of them... I sorta respect them for that. Im too... something to be that. Ive tried. But the only place I can do that is when I ahve support from my friends - this is the reason I was failing at being a leader last year. Sure, I was the sortakindaalmostish leader of the hyenas: but thats nothing. ah well. This is a different year.
I now understand why people want to go to another school. In basis, our status, friends, title... everyhting is determined already. Those who have fallen want to escape it. The school. It was nice in Russia during the summer, where no one knew what I was capable of and hte only prejustice held against me was my American accent and origins. Aside from that, I was free to do waht I wanted and be who I wanted: the American girl who was positive, leader-like when she knew what she was doing, loud, obedient to the counselors she liked, impulsive, naive, hording, etc etc. I kinda want to be that person again. Alas, that is not possible. :/
Heh. Turns out this is an emo psot after all. Ive stopped crying tho. And Im ready to search some more fanfiction about the awesomeness of America to boost up my epicmeter.
Ive just realized that none of this psot explained what Im emo about. Whatever. Oh well.
HAVE A FUN WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!
Keep on eating pasta, be an Austrian aristocrat, watch for UFOs and Tony, love the whole World. Because....
CAN YOU FEEL IT?
ITS THE WHOLE WORLD.
AND IT TOTALLY LOVES YOU.
:D
No one wore Canadian colors that day except for Caroline, who wore dark red and off-white on whim, but I didnt care. Turns out that red and white arent colors people can find in their closets. :/ I ate 3 doughnuts (or is it donuts?) in the morning during art, when we were doing critiques of each other's works (we went outside and using charcoal, drew something. I drew a saguaro and the mountain behind it, with a blurry weird thing in front which looks cool.). I probobly sounded arrogant since I didnt find as many mistakes in my drawing as others did, but who cares! I truly didnt see anything wrong, except the mountain which I overworked in the background. But my drawing has a real contemporary look which not many had. Other drawing were epic tho: this girl made her branches absolutely amazing, with her gradient-like lights and shadows, others had incredible detail and non-cactus subjects, and this dude was drawing these flowers in incredible fairy-like detail. Those flowers were amazing. Physics passed epically: we watched a video of this bridge falling apart and wriggling as if it was rubber (ITS INCREDIBLE). Now, whenever we see something wriggling weirdly, we say, 'just like the physics bridge.' I didnt eat the fourth donuts I took, instead saving it for later (I ate half in both English and History).
Chemistry passed weirdly: I found out we had a quiz on precipitation adn I was absolutely freaking out. I almost didnt finish the test on time, yet I still got a 82, which is EPIC by my standards. An 82!! Can you believe it?!? And I didnt even study!! XDXD But I know I have to study ALOT to get a good grade (a B or higher) on the Chem Trimester Exam coming up... >.<
For some reason Im not sad anymore because of this song:
http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=Jh90Be9PA4m4Gn04fZhf
I hated this song, but while typing this I needed a pick me up AFJ-style so I found this... thing. I ahted WDC World Dancing before (I mean, really? An 80s beat? Fail.) but right now, because of its slow tempo, I felt that it was hte song I could write an emo post about. But alas, I was wrong. AFJ is an overly happy guy that makes me feel happy too. :) Alfred, I love you. <3
Washi-iington DEEECEEEE, DEEECEEE, OH OH!!
Well, the point of this post was to be all emo and fail, how much I failed at being an AFJ, since our personalitites are supposed to be similar, but I get it that Im much too timid to be America. I care about what other people think, even though I wish I didnt (I remember events in 4th grade where I embarrassed myself profusely and find myself hiding my face involuntarily in whatever I find), I have horrible leadership skills if I ahve to lead people who arent my friends (Ive tried - it never works), I would much rather sit in peace and not make trouble - although I do get really worked up and I do make war when Im ticked off. Its always in your best interests not to tick me off if you value your conscience. My 'long' temper does not last that long (ask my town members at Euroclub - I made war on the day before I left, being the absolute most Gryffindor/America I could think of. I literally fought for race equality. My passion for it got to such levels I was elected mayor for the day the next day - but unfortunatly I left sick adn was too weak to carry out my duties).
I was in such a bad mood during the van ride home I didnt talk the last few minutes to avoid making my bad mood inflicted on Gilbert and Mattie (Alice and Xtina). They were having a great time. They were friends for an incredible time. I was alone, sitting in the corner as they enjoyed their PruCan moment (since it was also act-like-a-fanfic-day. this was a horrible idea because alice and i were supposed to be fighting over xtina, but I understood that I jsut dont have the awesomness that was meant out of my character - the US and Prussia were meant to be in equal terms of awesome, but in different styles: America was supposed to be overly positive happy, which Prussia is supposed to be the 'Im-awesome-youre-not' type. Too accuratly our personalities are personified. But the thing is, I get beaten down real easily because III care too much about world opinion, being hte idiot i am. During debates, words dont come out of the mouth teh way theyre supposed to. Stuff doesnt work the right way, or I just end up looking like an idiot. I guess thats the problem then. The bad thing is that I kinda get it into my head, that I look like an idiot and immediately stop fighting. *starts crying out of... something* I just stop fighting. And it annoys me because I know I should still be up there, still trying to prove my point, but my ideas dont come out correctly, and... I dont know. But thats when I just loose my feeling of epicness adn I want to wallow in the dumps and listen to a depressing song adn nom and nom until I feel decent. Which is what I basically did today. I started crying when I was walking from the van station to home, adn when home, I didnt ring the doorbell like I normally do. I just opened hte door with my key and decided to walk in unnoticed. my lunch box started leaking earlier that day, so I quickly ran to the abthroom and started wahsing my lunchbox while crying and ranting inside my head how I should change my character and blah blah blah and how Ill type it up and regret it later, and more idiotic ideas... which I tried to type up here but got distracted by teh awesomness of the Hero: Americaaaa!!
Then I understood that this post had no use. And I have no use for it. But alas, I must post it so I shall. It would be weird to just wallow up in despair: now I have an awesome song to listen to, a white chocolate bar that is almsot gone (MMM WHITE CHOCOLAAATEEE!!!), and a feeling of happy equilibrium.
I have a certain degree of respect for the 'popular' group at school. They dont care what others think, they have no idea, or some idea, about what others think of them... I sorta respect them for that. Im too... something to be that. Ive tried. But the only place I can do that is when I ahve support from my friends - this is the reason I was failing at being a leader last year. Sure, I was the sortakindaalmostish leader of the hyenas: but thats nothing. ah well. This is a different year.
I now understand why people want to go to another school. In basis, our status, friends, title... everyhting is determined already. Those who have fallen want to escape it. The school. It was nice in Russia during the summer, where no one knew what I was capable of and hte only prejustice held against me was my American accent and origins. Aside from that, I was free to do waht I wanted and be who I wanted: the American girl who was positive, leader-like when she knew what she was doing, loud, obedient to the counselors she liked, impulsive, naive, hording, etc etc. I kinda want to be that person again. Alas, that is not possible. :/
Heh. Turns out this is an emo psot after all. Ive stopped crying tho. And Im ready to search some more fanfiction about the awesomeness of America to boost up my epicmeter.
Ive just realized that none of this psot explained what Im emo about. Whatever. Oh well.
HAVE A FUN WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!
Keep on eating pasta, be an Austrian aristocrat, watch for UFOs and Tony, love the whole World. Because....
CAN YOU FEEL IT?
ITS THE WHOLE WORLD.
AND IT TOTALLY LOVES YOU.
:D
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
29 Gifts
Ive recently read an amazing book my the name of 29 Gifts, a book about how a challenge made a woman diagnosed with a horrible disease turn her life around. Ive just finished this book, and have decided to join up with the site that was in the book and I want to join the 29 Day Challenge. The challenge goes as this:
My synopsis: You give mindfully, fully, for 29 days, never missing a day, to see change happen in your life and the lives of those around you. You dont forget a day, you dont give without reason, resentfulness, absolutely fully and openly.
The synopsis from the book flap (which Im copying right now):
Also, I want to change the community in which we live in. In the book, Cami had become more social, happy (oh, I feel as if this word is becoming overused nao), deep... You get the point. She had created a movement centered on giving - And I have now joined it.
This movement is centered on this site:
http://www.29gifts.org/
This site was talked about on the book, and the design was also spoken of, and not little. I imagined the design with a tree and a bird: and I found out that that tree and that bird actually exists: as well as Cami and Mbali and Mark and every other person who existed in the book. Its amazing.
These people started a movement geared towards giving and receiving, but in the resentful, ambitious, courteous way: giving from the heart and from the soul.
It way sound a little... unbelieving at first, but remember who youre reading this from. I am an avid follower of many spiritual exercises, such as The Secret, wabi sabi, and now I shall join in with the 29 Gift Challenge. Btw, bury me with other spiritual stuff in the comments below if you feel like it. :) All of these processes, such as the Secret, ahve helped me and many others so much in life. If you dont know what the Secret is, go Google it or something. I highly recommend watching the movie or reading the book though. The Secret for Teens and The Power are also good. The Secret and wabi sabi have worked for me, and I choose to try out another way of thinking. I can never have too many ways to happiness. :)
Also, I find that I have a rather large impact on my community, my table, the people at school with whom I interact with. If I change my way of thinking to the positive, grateful way of thinking, which includes giving small gifts from the soul, other people will latch on and spread the word. I believe in this ripple-effect. After all, obsessions work the same way. Shelks on Buzz got my friends and me accicted to Hetalia (and the addiction has not waned yet - were still reading history books like fanfics), and sooner or later, the 8th grade knows which songs were singing during lunch and what those characters we draw on teh board mean. Or somewhat mean. At least nthey knows it Hetalia-related (oh, and btw, Brist will watch Hetalia tonight and tell us the verdict on it tomorrow. Who else's esxcited?? XDXDXDXD). Sure, some people oppose this ripply of fangirldom, like those sticks and stones in a pond. But sooner or later they will join us too.
I know that this will change my life as I know it. Starting with tomorrow: Day 1 of the 29-Gift-Giving Challenge.
Stay bright and strong everyone!
Calli
My synopsis: You give mindfully, fully, for 29 days, never missing a day, to see change happen in your life and the lives of those around you. You dont forget a day, you dont give without reason, resentfulness, absolutely fully and openly.
The synopsis from the book flap (which Im copying right now):
Then, as a remmedy for her condition, Cami recieved an uncommon perscription from a friend, an African medicine woman named Mbali Creazzo: Give away 29 Gifts in 29 Days. "By giving," Mbali told her, "you are focusing on what you ahve to offer others, inviting more abundance into your life." These gifts, she said, could be anything, but their giving had to be both authentic and mindful. At least one gift needed to be something she felt was scarce in her life.This book is amazing, and every story I read about it seems amazing, and even though Im already living a pretty bountiful and happy life (no, really, look at my previous posts), I dont feel that therse a limit to happiness (this also relates to a wellness magazine I read not long ago... No really. All the magazines in my house are either wellness or travel :/). I believe that this challenge will increase my happiness even further.
Also, I want to change the community in which we live in. In the book, Cami had become more social, happy (oh, I feel as if this word is becoming overused nao), deep... You get the point. She had created a movement centered on giving - And I have now joined it.
This movement is centered on this site:
http://www.29gifts.org/
This site was talked about on the book, and the design was also spoken of, and not little. I imagined the design with a tree and a bird: and I found out that that tree and that bird actually exists: as well as Cami and Mbali and Mark and every other person who existed in the book. Its amazing.
These people started a movement geared towards giving and receiving, but in the resentful, ambitious, courteous way: giving from the heart and from the soul.
It way sound a little... unbelieving at first, but remember who youre reading this from. I am an avid follower of many spiritual exercises, such as The Secret, wabi sabi, and now I shall join in with the 29 Gift Challenge. Btw, bury me with other spiritual stuff in the comments below if you feel like it. :) All of these processes, such as the Secret, ahve helped me and many others so much in life. If you dont know what the Secret is, go Google it or something. I highly recommend watching the movie or reading the book though. The Secret for Teens and The Power are also good. The Secret and wabi sabi have worked for me, and I choose to try out another way of thinking. I can never have too many ways to happiness. :)
Also, I find that I have a rather large impact on my community, my table, the people at school with whom I interact with. If I change my way of thinking to the positive, grateful way of thinking, which includes giving small gifts from the soul, other people will latch on and spread the word. I believe in this ripple-effect. After all, obsessions work the same way. Shelks on Buzz got my friends and me accicted to Hetalia (and the addiction has not waned yet - were still reading history books like fanfics), and sooner or later, the 8th grade knows which songs were singing during lunch and what those characters we draw on teh board mean. Or somewhat mean. At least nthey knows it Hetalia-related (oh, and btw, Brist will watch Hetalia tonight and tell us the verdict on it tomorrow. Who else's esxcited?? XDXDXDXD). Sure, some people oppose this ripply of fangirldom, like those sticks and stones in a pond. But sooner or later they will join us too.
I know that this will change my life as I know it. Starting with tomorrow: Day 1 of the 29-Gift-Giving Challenge.
Stay bright and strong everyone!
Calli
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Oh, Happy, Happy World...
What a jolly little world we ahve these days. Some may disagree, some may see it horribly. I see it sometimes like that too. But at other times I feel as if nothing oculd ruin my overjoyfullness and make me even a decimal point less than I am now.
This is ssuch a moment.
I jsut want to scream, take my BuildACoyote Luke, grab hands wiht my friends, and spin around and around and around til I fall down and choke on my pit laughing.
I dont know why. I guess its just that God willed onhe glorious happy moment before i fell asleep. Oh boy, that sure reminds me. Im tired. >.<
Which is why Im going to sleep. Only after chatting with Alice some moar. XD
This is ssuch a moment.
I jsut want to scream, take my BuildACoyote Luke, grab hands wiht my friends, and spin around and around and around til I fall down and choke on my pit laughing.
I dont know why. I guess its just that God willed onhe glorious happy moment before i fell asleep. Oh boy, that sure reminds me. Im tired. >.<
Which is why Im going to sleep. Only after chatting with Alice some moar. XD
Cosplay Unity
Ive been watching tons of videos of Hetalia (look it up on wiki: ive been extremely obsessed with it for a rather long time nao (2 months) while Im not here, but my friends are working on making Hetalia a school thing, not a 'group' thing) videos with cosplayers of different countries. And all I can say is that I want the same experience.
This keyboard makes my hands die. I hate it but I shall continue typing. >.< Alice, Xtina, and I have decided to cosplay nations this Halloween, being China, Canada, and USA respectivaly. Imagine me, walking around the school wearing http://media.photobucket.com/image/america%20hetalia/KittyNekkyo/axis-powers-hetalia-9.jpg , waving a humongous American flag, Xtina walking around wearing THIS, hugging her polar bear tight with a Canadian flag, looking shy, Alice will be wearing THIS waving a flag of the People's Republic of China... And none of our outfits are perfect - I think that Alice has the most accurate one). Bbj said she'll join us looking like Hungary, since Hungary looks so much liker her. :)
And if you guys are confused, those who dont know me in real life wouldnt know about Hetalia. *deep breath* Hetalia: Axis Powers is a webcomic turned manga turned anime where each character is a human representation of a country. This character is based on a stereotype of that country (China, for example, loves pandas), the country's history (Switzerland is an aggressive little dude who is known for shooting anything out of his garden and cares very much for his little sister Lichtenstein), and on the alliances that the country made (the alliance between Japan and Greece is sometimes thought of as love. France supports this (France is a lovey-dovey pervert)). Every country has his/her own personality, and based on the personality, my friends and I labeled each one of our friends (except for Caitlyn, an anti-Hetalia who has such a strange mixed un-Hetalia-like personality we decided she's he world) as a Hetalia character.
Im America, because of my outgoing personality, loudness, obnoxiousness (its a real word, according to spell check), and how I get really crazy ideas that never work. Xtina got Canada, since shes the quiet little person in teh back row who wishes to be called upon but is always ignored (no literally, in Hetalia, no one notices Canada since he's invisible or they just mistake him for America, since theyre identical twins, but real fangirls know how to tellt hem apart by their expressions). At first Alice was a Italy, China, France mix, but then she decided to cosplay China for Halloween, and we realized that her personality is nothing like China. We decided only on Friday, once Anita was acting like America high on sugar except its Anita on RuChu (RussiaxChina) fanfics, that Anita's personality is most like Prussia. Just like I realized I was America ( I kept on calling myself 'the hero' afterwards), Anita now calls herself 'the awesome me.' Here's a pic of Prussia the epic: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/231/2/c/Chibi_Prussia___Hetalia_by_Yami_Chan4.jpg Its rather scary how we didnt realize her nation only after 2 months of obsessing!!!
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Back to the topic of enviousness. I watched these teens, dressed up as various contries, just acting like their personalities and having fun. And as I watched that, I realized that I wont have the same fun. For one: theyre in places other than the Phoenix metropolian area. For two: My parents done have enough time to drive me around these various cons, with me dressed up as a cheeseburger loving idiot with my friends. However, they ahve let me buy one thing for my Halloween cosplay, which is a wig. And the wig looks awesome. :D
Im just watching this and thinking that, hey, Ill probobly never experience stuff as fun as this:
And one of the most annoying things is that theyre in places where instead of trees adn rain you get cacti and an unforgiving sun. At times like this I wish i moved to Texas or something. I mean, the atmosphere in these videos are just like the atmosphere when I was in Texas with Shelks: full of cold, biting cold, but fun. Immensley fun.
I have a feeling that once it gets cold here (in this place by the name of the Phoenix metropolian area), Id regret my words. Since its as awesome as Prussia here. I cant wait for the cold to come. Just cant wait.
But while Im waiting for he glorious North American and English holiday of Halloween, I might as wellteach my friends the game up above and hope that a ton of people will join us. :) And then we'll (the Hetalia-obsessors) burst into singing this and this:
danng it, the second video doesnt ahve the English translation. Oh well. You guys get the point.
I LOVE HETALIA.
CAN YOU FEEL IT??? ITS THE WHOLE WORLD.
AND IT TOTALLY LOVES YOU.
Be happy, eat your pasta/hamburger/origiri/wurst/pancakes/England's cooking, help Italy throw a grenade the right way, remember who's Canada (wait, who?), play with Lithuania, love the Earth, and wave a white flag. :)
This keyboard makes my hands die. I hate it but I shall continue typing. >.< Alice, Xtina, and I have decided to cosplay nations this Halloween, being China, Canada, and USA respectivaly. Imagine me, walking around the school wearing http://media.photobucket.com/image/america%20hetalia/KittyNekkyo/axis-powers-hetalia-9.jpg , waving a humongous American flag, Xtina walking around wearing THIS, hugging her polar bear tight with a Canadian flag, looking shy, Alice will be wearing THIS waving a flag of the People's Republic of China... And none of our outfits are perfect - I think that Alice has the most accurate one). Bbj said she'll join us looking like Hungary, since Hungary looks so much liker her. :)
And if you guys are confused, those who dont know me in real life wouldnt know about Hetalia. *deep breath* Hetalia: Axis Powers is a webcomic turned manga turned anime where each character is a human representation of a country. This character is based on a stereotype of that country (China, for example, loves pandas), the country's history (Switzerland is an aggressive little dude who is known for shooting anything out of his garden and cares very much for his little sister Lichtenstein), and on the alliances that the country made (the alliance between Japan and Greece is sometimes thought of as love. France supports this (France is a lovey-dovey pervert)). Every country has his/her own personality, and based on the personality, my friends and I labeled each one of our friends (except for Caitlyn, an anti-Hetalia who has such a strange mixed un-Hetalia-like personality we decided she's he world) as a Hetalia character.
Im America, because of my outgoing personality, loudness, obnoxiousness (its a real word, according to spell check), and how I get really crazy ideas that never work. Xtina got Canada, since shes the quiet little person in teh back row who wishes to be called upon but is always ignored (no literally, in Hetalia, no one notices Canada since he's invisible or they just mistake him for America, since theyre identical twins, but real fangirls know how to tellt hem apart by their expressions). At first Alice was a Italy, China, France mix, but then she decided to cosplay China for Halloween, and we realized that her personality is nothing like China. We decided only on Friday, once Anita was acting like America high on sugar except its Anita on RuChu (RussiaxChina) fanfics, that Anita's personality is most like Prussia. Just like I realized I was America ( I kept on calling myself 'the hero' afterwards), Anita now calls herself 'the awesome me.' Here's a pic of Prussia the epic: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/231/2/c/Chibi_Prussia___Hetalia_by_Yami_Chan4.jpg Its rather scary how we didnt realize her nation only after 2 months of obsessing!!!
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Back to the topic of enviousness. I watched these teens, dressed up as various contries, just acting like their personalities and having fun. And as I watched that, I realized that I wont have the same fun. For one: theyre in places other than the Phoenix metropolian area. For two: My parents done have enough time to drive me around these various cons, with me dressed up as a cheeseburger loving idiot with my friends. However, they ahve let me buy one thing for my Halloween cosplay, which is a wig. And the wig looks awesome. :D
Im just watching this and thinking that, hey, Ill probobly never experience stuff as fun as this:
And one of the most annoying things is that theyre in places where instead of trees adn rain you get cacti and an unforgiving sun. At times like this I wish i moved to Texas or something. I mean, the atmosphere in these videos are just like the atmosphere when I was in Texas with Shelks: full of cold, biting cold, but fun. Immensley fun.
I have a feeling that once it gets cold here (in this place by the name of the Phoenix metropolian area), Id regret my words. Since its as awesome as Prussia here. I cant wait for the cold to come. Just cant wait.
But while Im waiting for he glorious North American and English holiday of Halloween, I might as wellteach my friends the game up above and hope that a ton of people will join us. :) And then we'll (the Hetalia-obsessors) burst into singing this and this:
danng it, the second video doesnt ahve the English translation. Oh well. You guys get the point.
I LOVE HETALIA.
CAN YOU FEEL IT??? ITS THE WHOLE WORLD.
AND IT TOTALLY LOVES YOU.
Be happy, eat your pasta/hamburger/origiri/wurst/pancakes/England's cooking, help Italy throw a grenade the right way, remember who's Canada (wait, who?), play with Lithuania, love the Earth, and wave a white flag. :)
Monday, August 30, 2010
What is Fair
These days in my life, and in many others, I think, I am exposed to the theme of unfairness and destiny, and its role in the term 'fairness'.
I have conversations with a great person at lunch. We had this great relationship in 7th grade (ful of squabbles and kind words), and come 8th, tension suddenly rose amongst us. I dont know what happened, but I was thinking about severing ties with this person and decided to do it. But luckily, things didnt go to plan. We txted one night. And she started praising me for being such a good friend. "Thanks for being right by me, Darya. Thank you so much." "Why though? I havnt done anything to deserve it." "You help, adn Im thankful. Cuz thats what best friends are for." I lied on my true feelings and ran into teh abthroom in tears. I was planning on severing our relashionship the next day.
The next day at lunch, I decided to try adn carry out my plan. I knew it wouldnt work: yesterdays txt conversation proved that. But we talked. Both of us (or ata least me) got red-faced, and we hugged adn screamed and laughed and hugged and screamed (when we got too close to teh hand-dryer and it went VROOOOMMM and it was ushc a surprise that we flew back away in shock). And we grew closer. And I wondered why that was fair. That I got such a great friend when Ive been such an iclky, unfaithful one in return. Is that fair? Ive begun to thing no.
We talked for the rest of the lunch period and the lunch period after that. I shared some of my deepst secrets, some of which are too dreadful to post online. These secrest remain only in my family adn that one friend (wait - two. But that other one is faraway.,...). She told me of her crush who was having a truly difficult timne, after hearing what troubles I was going through. her crush, named Tim in purposes of this psot, had his father on his deathbed. My friend couldnt imagine the pain hes going through at this moment, and she said that she realized how unfair it was, looking at her sheltered, stable life, free of worries (at that point - but that changed), adn the hidden life that her friends closest to her were trying to hide. She said she couldnt imagine what we were going through, being in the trouble we were. maybe that day she unbderstood why I unconditionally refused to wander away from my faithful belief of The Secret. I just need something real, or somehwat real, spomething stable, something that will never leave to believe in in these chaotic times.
She wondered why it is fair: That these amazing people have such problems (shah - she called me amazing!) while she, an idiot, leads the life of luxury. She wondered whether there was a role that destiny played in this. I say probobly yes.
I dont remmber how I got to this, but she (my friend) and a young, small, loving, philosophic bumblebee were talking one day at lunch, and somehow got onto teh path of destiny, or something of the like. I overheard their conversation adn replied to the questions they asked to each other. I answered something, I dont remmber what, and they countered that. "What is something?" I kept on answering their questions until the question was this: "Why do we need balance?" "Because you couldnt survive without it." They laughed and said I got that from Physics. To be honest, I was thinking on YinYan.
Today my brother had a fight with my dad. I dont know what happened, but dad is refusing to aknosledge that his son is in trouble and that he needs to negotiate a way out with his only son. At this moment, my brother is weeping in front of the TV, watching The O'Reilly Show, while dad is eating. When I called my rbother for diner, he said, "Id rather starve to death than have a father who doent trust me."
Is that fair? Yes, both my dad and my brother have very strong opinions and personalities, and unfortunatly, they point in different directions. I admire btoh of them for the stubborn, rebelious streak, that ned to win every argument. But when paired against each other, I just feel the need to vent my feelings on a blog post. Is it fair? That such wonderous two, great people, cant simply get along?
Now, my mom just wlked in and asked me to go to sleep. I overslept today and didnt get my english, nor 2 math homeworks done. Good night folks. Ponder.
Good night.
Bone nuit.
Spakoinoi Nochi.
Darya The Calzinator.
I have conversations with a great person at lunch. We had this great relationship in 7th grade (ful of squabbles and kind words), and come 8th, tension suddenly rose amongst us. I dont know what happened, but I was thinking about severing ties with this person and decided to do it. But luckily, things didnt go to plan. We txted one night. And she started praising me for being such a good friend. "Thanks for being right by me, Darya. Thank you so much." "Why though? I havnt done anything to deserve it." "You help, adn Im thankful. Cuz thats what best friends are for." I lied on my true feelings and ran into teh abthroom in tears. I was planning on severing our relashionship the next day.
The next day at lunch, I decided to try adn carry out my plan. I knew it wouldnt work: yesterdays txt conversation proved that. But we talked. Both of us (or ata least me) got red-faced, and we hugged adn screamed and laughed and hugged and screamed (when we got too close to teh hand-dryer and it went VROOOOMMM and it was ushc a surprise that we flew back away in shock). And we grew closer. And I wondered why that was fair. That I got such a great friend when Ive been such an iclky, unfaithful one in return. Is that fair? Ive begun to thing no.
We talked for the rest of the lunch period and the lunch period after that. I shared some of my deepst secrets, some of which are too dreadful to post online. These secrest remain only in my family adn that one friend (wait - two. But that other one is faraway.,...). She told me of her crush who was having a truly difficult timne, after hearing what troubles I was going through. her crush, named Tim in purposes of this psot, had his father on his deathbed. My friend couldnt imagine the pain hes going through at this moment, and she said that she realized how unfair it was, looking at her sheltered, stable life, free of worries (at that point - but that changed), adn the hidden life that her friends closest to her were trying to hide. She said she couldnt imagine what we were going through, being in the trouble we were. maybe that day she unbderstood why I unconditionally refused to wander away from my faithful belief of The Secret. I just need something real, or somehwat real, spomething stable, something that will never leave to believe in in these chaotic times.
She wondered why it is fair: That these amazing people have such problems (shah - she called me amazing!) while she, an idiot, leads the life of luxury. She wondered whether there was a role that destiny played in this. I say probobly yes.
I dont remmber how I got to this, but she (my friend) and a young, small, loving, philosophic bumblebee were talking one day at lunch, and somehow got onto teh path of destiny, or something of the like. I overheard their conversation adn replied to the questions they asked to each other. I answered something, I dont remmber what, and they countered that. "What is something?" I kept on answering their questions until the question was this: "Why do we need balance?" "Because you couldnt survive without it." They laughed and said I got that from Physics. To be honest, I was thinking on YinYan.
Today my brother had a fight with my dad. I dont know what happened, but dad is refusing to aknosledge that his son is in trouble and that he needs to negotiate a way out with his only son. At this moment, my brother is weeping in front of the TV, watching The O'Reilly Show, while dad is eating. When I called my rbother for diner, he said, "Id rather starve to death than have a father who doent trust me."
Is that fair? Yes, both my dad and my brother have very strong opinions and personalities, and unfortunatly, they point in different directions. I admire btoh of them for the stubborn, rebelious streak, that ned to win every argument. But when paired against each other, I just feel the need to vent my feelings on a blog post. Is it fair? That such wonderous two, great people, cant simply get along?
Now, my mom just wlked in and asked me to go to sleep. I overslept today and didnt get my english, nor 2 math homeworks done. Good night folks. Ponder.
Good night.
Bone nuit.
Spakoinoi Nochi.
Darya The Calzinator.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Im 50 and Flammable! Among other things.
[x] - You like cheese.
[ ] - You hate peanuts.
[x] - You agree that this quiz is random.
[ ] - You have farted today.
[x] - You have choked on something.
[ ] - You are a writer.
[] - You smoke.
[x] - You like to swim.
[ ] - You have farted more than once today.
[x] - You like ice cream.
TOTAL SO FAR = 5
[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.
[ ] - You are an only child.
[ ] - You have more than 3 pets.
[x] - You prefer water to other drinks.
[ ] - You are an alcoholic.
[x] - You are under 20 years old.
[ ] - You are over 30 years old.
[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[x] - You like jewelry.
[ ] - Your favorite music genre is rock.
TOTAL SO FAR = 9
[ ] - You weigh more than 140 lbs.
[x] - You like pirates.
[x] - You like anime.
[x] - You are a fangirl/fanboy of something.
[ ] - You take a prescription drug every day.
[ ] - You have a job.
[x] - You live with your parents.
[ ] - You like to eat eggs.
[ ] - You have a religion.
[x] - You dress stranger than other people.
TOTAL SO FAR = 14
[ ] - You have had diarrhea in the past 2 weeks.
[x] - You have eaten something odd before. (Venison, Alligator, rabbit, ostritch, emu, moose, bison, various fruits and vegies not native to the US D)
[ ] - You are bad at math.
[x] - You love electronics.
[x] - Someone/something has pissed you off in the past week.
[ ] - You cuss a lot.
[x] - You believe in aliens.
[x] - You play video games.
[ ] - You have low self-esteem.
[x] - You carry a purse.
TOTAL SO FAR = 20
[x] - You like flowers.
[ ] - You are bisexual or homosexual
[ ] - You are a Capricorn or a Scorpio.
[ ] - You have used tarot before.
[x] - You believe in ghosts.
[ ] - You think *The-Fun-Group is awesome.
[ ] - You like :dev:Fotus9:'s horoscopes better than *An-Unsure-Thing's.
[ ] - You thought today's funny saying was really funny.
[ ] - You have gotten one of the daily riddle's right.
[x] - You have gotten in/came close to being in a fist fight.
TOTAL SO FAR = 23
[x] - You like fire.
[ ] - You have fainted or passed out before.
[ ] - You have a high school diploma.
[x] - You live in America.
[ ] - You use hand sanitizer a lot.
[x] - You consider yourself a nerd.
[ ] - You have tried chewing tobacco.
[ ] - You are a conspiracy theorist.
[ ] - You sleep in the nude.
[ ] - You will tag people to do this.
TOTAL SO FAR = 26
[x] - You have imagined yourself being famous.
[x] - You own a stuffed animal.
[x] - You like watermelon.
[ ] - You live in Europe.
[ ] - You have a fetish for something.
[ ] - You fidget a lot.
[x] - You agree that this quiz has nothing to do with anything.
[ ] - You won't re-post this quiz.
[ ] - You have your own personal computer and don't share one.
[x] - You have a brother.
TOTAL SO FAR = 31
[x] - You can cook well.
[x] - You like to party.
[ ] - You are a bad dancer.
[ ] - You are a professional dancer.
[x] - You have crossed paths with a black cat.
[x] - You have a friend that you think is crazy.
[x] - You have under 10 good, close friends.
[ ] - You are anticipating your answer to this quiz.
[x] - You have run away from something.
[ ] - You have watched the movie: "X Men 3".
TOTAL SO FAR = 37
[x] - You like to mix soft drinks together.
[x] - You have done an odd experiment. (plenty)
[x] - People have stared at you oddly in public.
[x] - Your grandmother(s) are still alive.
[ ] - You have a step-mom or dad.
[ ] - You hate to be tagged.
[ ] - You have been a member to dA for under 3 months.
[ ] - You have a dA subscription.
[x] - Your hair is brown.
[x] - You love to eat candy.
TOTAL SO FAR = 43
[x] - You have dressed up for Halloween.
[x] - You love cats.
[x] - You have a quirky personality. (Or so I'm told)
[ ] - You are a coffee addict.
[ ] - You live near a body of water.
[x] - You have had a toothache.
[x] - You currently have to go to the bathroom.
[x] - You like reading others' answers to "What would you do?".
[x] - You use the term: "Epic Fail".
GRAND TOTAL = 50
Find your score & re-post this titled as "I'm 50, and Flammable!". (Put your answer in the blank.)
0-25 = A spaceship.
26 = Corn.
27 = The Chosen One.
28 = A donkey.
29 = Flashlight.
30 = Weed.
31 = Stalker.
32 = Poodle.
33 = A turd.
34 = Pacifier.
35 = Chili.
36 = A continent.
37 = Bamboo.
38 = A Nissan Skyline.
39 = Pedophile.
40 = A rather large and smelly fish.
41 = Parachute.
42 = Mob of angry sheep.
43 = A clone of yourself.
44 = A mortified chocolate deer antler.
45 = Pincushion.
46 = Toilet seat.
47 = Ninja.
48 = Psycho passion fruit.
49 = Yellow snow.
50 = Flammable.
51 = A poison Easter basket.
52 = A dirty diaper.
53 = Mammary gland.
54 = A moose humping a guardrail.
55 = An illegal immigrant.
56 = Tofu.
57 = Microscopic testicle fuzz.
58 = Staple gun.
59 = Tail feather.
60 = A white rapper.
61 = A shotgun shell.
62 = Sexy as hell.
63 = A popcorn fart.
64 = A rusty, herpes infected needle.
65 = Fortune cookie.
66 = Barack Obama.
67 = Chinchilla.
68 = Weapon of mass destruction.
69 = An epic failure at everything.
70 = A semi-proportionate and anonymous fish scale.
71 = Naughty nymphomaniac.
72 = Bicycle tire.
73 = Sweat.
74 = The Bubonic Plague.
75 = Turkey.
76 = Amoeba.
77 = A lice-infected hobo.
78 = The ruler of all evil.
79 = Horny toad.
80 = Fairy Godmother.
81 = Tuba.
82 = Anorexic llama capillary.
83 = Moldy snot.
84 = Miley Cyrus wannabe.
85 = Doppelganger.
86 = Future porn star.
87 = Unnatural disaster.
88 = Statistical database.
89 = Genital lice.
90 = Rocket launcher.
91 = Ruby vomit.
92 = Maggot.
93 = Selfish antagonistic poofing cat.
94 = Pudding.
95 = A gravy train.
96 = Santa Claus.
97 = Paris Hilton's big toe.
98 = Decaying insect corpse.
99 = Blood bank.
100 = Freak of nature and humanity.
I tag:: The Trilingual Bookeater, BBJBJ, The Tenth Muse, ElisesPieces, The Evil Genius, Shrey G, Linky Linker, Shelko Star, and Dominating Cookies. I think that's everyone that I regularly talk to on Buzz and/or other places. :) And if you don't do this, I will personally eat you. Have a good day at the Ministry of Magic!
Now for the journal-part of this psot:
I had to put that thing up there. It is a measurement of epicness. And I'm Flammable! >:D
In am currently eating oatmeal and watermelon. it tastes good. At least teh watermelon does. But I have to eat this stupid outmeal and go do the dishes and laundry. Oh, boy.
About yesterday:
Yesterday, after I stopped Blogging adn whatnot, Grandma and I went to this awesome, Fashion-Square Mall-like place. Finally, a real mall!! I felt like at home, instead of those hot, horrible multiple-story plazas I tlaked about in earlier posts, this was a true mall. So, while we were there, I got a couple shirts (a soft lavender adn a bright rasberry pink), a dress (I know this sounds unlike me, wearingn a dress, but this dress is awesome. Im going to wear it on teh first dya of school. Youll all see it then), and leggings (black leggings, perfect for everything. i lvoe them!) The mall was gorgous, adn Grandma and I had some good bonding time. Now I know how to use the metro adn bus stations by myself! Although I cant go anywhere because my phone vaporized. But I know where it is and Ill get it soon. :)
And so, the real 'adventure' was today. I went by myself to teh movies (movies here are the same as going to teh computer to check email here) and I saw this strange female Indiana Jones-esque film, which was originally French. I saw teh film (review will be later), ate some icecream, and because I wanted to go drink some mineral sirup later, I walked around my local mall (where the movie theatre was located - along with a grocery store, food-court, and stuff like that) in circles until I ate my icecream, proceded to teh mineral-sirup, drank the new taste for today (it was this green... thing. i have no idea how it tasted, at first i thought it was alchahol but then i realized that alchahol tastes much worse (dont ask me how i know - read my previous posts from january)) and i went outside to drink it and headed home. now, ive already read the newspapers in english that grandma got me (rather intersting newspapers, actually) and i was aching to start HP3, in Russian (since ive already read 2 and 5). And also, I wanted more sirup. So I looked around the small bookstore (its very small, with only one wall of books) and oh wow! No HP. But tons of fantasy: I saw Twilight (Sumerki), Vampire Slaters (Ohotniki za Vampirami) and stuff like that. But no HP. There were fantasy books all right, but they werent apatazing enough. *eats a forkful of oatmeal* This stuff is disgusting.
So I drank the rest of my sirup and trudged abck to teh mall. To get more sirup. And I got the same sirup. And then i officially headed home. And I made some outmeal and watermelon. And I got teh compter and put it on teh kitchen table. And so, here I am now. :)
Ive promised a review, didnt I?
The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blac-Sec
Rather good movie. About this woman, in her 20s, whos an adventurer Indiana Jones-like in 1911, I think. But not really. She just happens to have tons of enemies. In teh movie, we only see her have a true Indie-style adventure when she tries to find this mummy of a dead doctor. She has this old-dude friend who can make dead things come alive, and he livens a 135 million year old pterodactyl egg. So theres a pterodactyl loose on the city. And so we find out that Adele wants this mummy to be alive again because her sister, who has a pin in her brain and is still somehow alive, is nearly dead and she wants the doctor dude to help her. Only her old-dude friend is captured, and so she uses the pterodactyl to save him. Oh yeah, adn then theres this other dude, whos in love with Adele, who helps her with the pterodactyl, and thers the president of france, who Adele jumped on to stop the pterodactyle from getting him. And so, this hunter-ddue shoots the pterodactyl, and in turn, the old-dude almsot dies. Then the pterodactyl dies. And the old-dude dies. But his spirit or something of the like lives on adn it made everything 2 kilometers away be living, and so the mummy-dude, who really isnt a doctor, goes and tries to wake other mummies, hoping that thers a doctor between them. And then they make Adeles sister healthy again, and nearly everyone lives happy. The lovey-dude falls with Adele's sister, adn I think they have something going on. Newspapers are talking about wakling mummies, and stuff like that. Adele goes on a trip at the end, for a vacation, on teh Titanic. And so, the credits begin. :)
God movie. Slightly disturbing at parts, but still good. The graphics fail majorly. The acting suffers at some points, adn some points in the storyline make no sense, but in all it was enjoyable. Enjoyable. The thing I loved most was the mood of the film. If you guys seen Sherlock Holmes 2009, its kinda the mood of that film: gray, moody, but not to that extent that Sherlock Holmes had. This moodyness had flowers and feathers. I need to make some fanart of this film. The characters are hilarious. :)
So, while you all are enjoying the rest of your summer vacation (which is quickly coming to a close - wow, time flies!), remember me, and imagine what this new dress looks like. Have fun commenting.
Sincerely, Calli
(Help old ladies across the road!!)
[ ] - You hate peanuts.
[x] - You agree that this quiz is random.
[ ] - You have farted today.
[x] - You have choked on something.
[ ] - You are a writer.
[] - You smoke.
[x] - You like to swim.
[ ] - You have farted more than once today.
[x] - You like ice cream.
TOTAL SO FAR = 5
[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.
[ ] - You are an only child.
[ ] - You have more than 3 pets.
[x] - You prefer water to other drinks.
[ ] - You are an alcoholic.
[x] - You are under 20 years old.
[ ] - You are over 30 years old.
[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[x] - You like jewelry.
[ ] - Your favorite music genre is rock.
TOTAL SO FAR = 9
[ ] - You weigh more than 140 lbs.
[x] - You like pirates.
[x] - You like anime.
[x] - You are a fangirl/fanboy of something.
[ ] - You take a prescription drug every day.
[ ] - You have a job.
[x] - You live with your parents.
[ ] - You like to eat eggs.
[ ] - You have a religion.
[x] - You dress stranger than other people.
TOTAL SO FAR = 14
[ ] - You have had diarrhea in the past 2 weeks.
[x] - You have eaten something odd before. (Venison, Alligator, rabbit, ostritch, emu, moose, bison, various fruits and vegies not native to the US D)
[ ] - You are bad at math.
[x] - You love electronics.
[x] - Someone/something has pissed you off in the past week.
[ ] - You cuss a lot.
[x] - You believe in aliens.
[x] - You play video games.
[ ] - You have low self-esteem.
[x] - You carry a purse.
TOTAL SO FAR = 20
[x] - You like flowers.
[ ] - You are bisexual or homosexual
[ ] - You are a Capricorn or a Scorpio.
[ ] - You have used tarot before.
[x] - You believe in ghosts.
[ ] - You think *The-Fun-Group is awesome.
[ ] - You like :dev:Fotus9:'s horoscopes better than *An-Unsure-Thing's.
[ ] - You thought today's funny saying was really funny.
[ ] - You have gotten one of the daily riddle's right.
[x] - You have gotten in/came close to being in a fist fight.
TOTAL SO FAR = 23
[x] - You like fire.
[ ] - You have fainted or passed out before.
[ ] - You have a high school diploma.
[x] - You live in America.
[ ] - You use hand sanitizer a lot.
[x] - You consider yourself a nerd.
[ ] - You have tried chewing tobacco.
[ ] - You are a conspiracy theorist.
[ ] - You sleep in the nude.
[ ] - You will tag people to do this.
TOTAL SO FAR = 26
[x] - You have imagined yourself being famous.
[x] - You own a stuffed animal.
[x] - You like watermelon.
[ ] - You live in Europe.
[ ] - You have a fetish for something.
[ ] - You fidget a lot.
[x] - You agree that this quiz has nothing to do with anything.
[ ] - You won't re-post this quiz.
[ ] - You have your own personal computer and don't share one.
[x] - You have a brother.
TOTAL SO FAR = 31
[x] - You can cook well.
[x] - You like to party.
[ ] - You are a bad dancer.
[ ] - You are a professional dancer.
[x] - You have crossed paths with a black cat.
[x] - You have a friend that you think is crazy.
[x] - You have under 10 good, close friends.
[ ] - You are anticipating your answer to this quiz.
[x] - You have run away from something.
[ ] - You have watched the movie: "X Men 3".
TOTAL SO FAR = 37
[x] - You like to mix soft drinks together.
[x] - You have done an odd experiment. (plenty)
[x] - People have stared at you oddly in public.
[x] - Your grandmother(s) are still alive.
[ ] - You have a step-mom or dad.
[ ] - You hate to be tagged.
[ ] - You have been a member to dA for under 3 months.
[ ] - You have a dA subscription.
[x] - Your hair is brown.
[x] - You love to eat candy.
TOTAL SO FAR = 43
[x] - You have dressed up for Halloween.
[x] - You love cats.
[x] - You have a quirky personality. (Or so I'm told)
[ ] - You are a coffee addict.
[ ] - You live near a body of water.
[x] - You have had a toothache.
[x] - You currently have to go to the bathroom.
[x] - You like reading others' answers to "What would you do?".
[x] - You use the term: "Epic Fail".
GRAND TOTAL = 50
Find your score & re-post this titled as "I'm 50, and Flammable!". (Put your answer in the blank.)
0-25 = A spaceship.
26 = Corn.
27 = The Chosen One.
28 = A donkey.
29 = Flashlight.
30 = Weed.
31 = Stalker.
32 = Poodle.
33 = A turd.
34 = Pacifier.
35 = Chili.
36 = A continent.
37 = Bamboo.
38 = A Nissan Skyline.
39 = Pedophile.
40 = A rather large and smelly fish.
41 = Parachute.
42 = Mob of angry sheep.
43 = A clone of yourself.
44 = A mortified chocolate deer antler.
45 = Pincushion.
46 = Toilet seat.
47 = Ninja.
48 = Psycho passion fruit.
49 = Yellow snow.
50 = Flammable.
51 = A poison Easter basket.
52 = A dirty diaper.
53 = Mammary gland.
54 = A moose humping a guardrail.
55 = An illegal immigrant.
56 = Tofu.
57 = Microscopic testicle fuzz.
58 = Staple gun.
59 = Tail feather.
60 = A white rapper.
61 = A shotgun shell.
62 = Sexy as hell.
63 = A popcorn fart.
64 = A rusty, herpes infected needle.
65 = Fortune cookie.
66 = Barack Obama.
67 = Chinchilla.
68 = Weapon of mass destruction.
69 = An epic failure at everything.
70 = A semi-proportionate and anonymous fish scale.
71 = Naughty nymphomaniac.
72 = Bicycle tire.
73 = Sweat.
74 = The Bubonic Plague.
75 = Turkey.
76 = Amoeba.
77 = A lice-infected hobo.
78 = The ruler of all evil.
79 = Horny toad.
80 = Fairy Godmother.
81 = Tuba.
82 = Anorexic llama capillary.
83 = Moldy snot.
84 = Miley Cyrus wannabe.
85 = Doppelganger.
86 = Future porn star.
87 = Unnatural disaster.
88 = Statistical database.
89 = Genital lice.
90 = Rocket launcher.
91 = Ruby vomit.
92 = Maggot.
93 = Selfish antagonistic poofing cat.
94 = Pudding.
95 = A gravy train.
96 = Santa Claus.
97 = Paris Hilton's big toe.
98 = Decaying insect corpse.
99 = Blood bank.
100 = Freak of nature and humanity.
I tag:: The Trilingual Bookeater, BBJBJ, The Tenth Muse, ElisesPieces, The Evil Genius, Shrey G, Linky Linker, Shelko Star, and Dominating Cookies. I think that's everyone that I regularly talk to on Buzz and/or other places. :) And if you don't do this, I will personally eat you. Have a good day at the Ministry of Magic!
Now for the journal-part of this psot:
I had to put that thing up there. It is a measurement of epicness. And I'm Flammable! >:D
In am currently eating oatmeal and watermelon. it tastes good. At least teh watermelon does. But I have to eat this stupid outmeal and go do the dishes and laundry. Oh, boy.
About yesterday:
Yesterday, after I stopped Blogging adn whatnot, Grandma and I went to this awesome, Fashion-Square Mall-like place. Finally, a real mall!! I felt like at home, instead of those hot, horrible multiple-story plazas I tlaked about in earlier posts, this was a true mall. So, while we were there, I got a couple shirts (a soft lavender adn a bright rasberry pink), a dress (I know this sounds unlike me, wearingn a dress, but this dress is awesome. Im going to wear it on teh first dya of school. Youll all see it then), and leggings (black leggings, perfect for everything. i lvoe them!) The mall was gorgous, adn Grandma and I had some good bonding time. Now I know how to use the metro adn bus stations by myself! Although I cant go anywhere because my phone vaporized. But I know where it is and Ill get it soon. :)
And so, the real 'adventure' was today. I went by myself to teh movies (movies here are the same as going to teh computer to check email here) and I saw this strange female Indiana Jones-esque film, which was originally French. I saw teh film (review will be later), ate some icecream, and because I wanted to go drink some mineral sirup later, I walked around my local mall (where the movie theatre was located - along with a grocery store, food-court, and stuff like that) in circles until I ate my icecream, proceded to teh mineral-sirup, drank the new taste for today (it was this green... thing. i have no idea how it tasted, at first i thought it was alchahol but then i realized that alchahol tastes much worse (dont ask me how i know - read my previous posts from january)) and i went outside to drink it and headed home. now, ive already read the newspapers in english that grandma got me (rather intersting newspapers, actually) and i was aching to start HP3, in Russian (since ive already read 2 and 5). And also, I wanted more sirup. So I looked around the small bookstore (its very small, with only one wall of books) and oh wow! No HP. But tons of fantasy: I saw Twilight (Sumerki), Vampire Slaters (Ohotniki za Vampirami) and stuff like that. But no HP. There were fantasy books all right, but they werent apatazing enough. *eats a forkful of oatmeal* This stuff is disgusting.
So I drank the rest of my sirup and trudged abck to teh mall. To get more sirup. And I got the same sirup. And then i officially headed home. And I made some outmeal and watermelon. And I got teh compter and put it on teh kitchen table. And so, here I am now. :)
Ive promised a review, didnt I?
The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blac-Sec
Rather good movie. About this woman, in her 20s, whos an adventurer Indiana Jones-like in 1911, I think. But not really. She just happens to have tons of enemies. In teh movie, we only see her have a true Indie-style adventure when she tries to find this mummy of a dead doctor. She has this old-dude friend who can make dead things come alive, and he livens a 135 million year old pterodactyl egg. So theres a pterodactyl loose on the city. And so we find out that Adele wants this mummy to be alive again because her sister, who has a pin in her brain and is still somehow alive, is nearly dead and she wants the doctor dude to help her. Only her old-dude friend is captured, and so she uses the pterodactyl to save him. Oh yeah, adn then theres this other dude, whos in love with Adele, who helps her with the pterodactyl, and thers the president of france, who Adele jumped on to stop the pterodactyle from getting him. And so, this hunter-ddue shoots the pterodactyl, and in turn, the old-dude almsot dies. Then the pterodactyl dies. And the old-dude dies. But his spirit or something of the like lives on adn it made everything 2 kilometers away be living, and so the mummy-dude, who really isnt a doctor, goes and tries to wake other mummies, hoping that thers a doctor between them. And then they make Adeles sister healthy again, and nearly everyone lives happy. The lovey-dude falls with Adele's sister, adn I think they have something going on. Newspapers are talking about wakling mummies, and stuff like that. Adele goes on a trip at the end, for a vacation, on teh Titanic. And so, the credits begin. :)
God movie. Slightly disturbing at parts, but still good. The graphics fail majorly. The acting suffers at some points, adn some points in the storyline make no sense, but in all it was enjoyable. Enjoyable. The thing I loved most was the mood of the film. If you guys seen Sherlock Holmes 2009, its kinda the mood of that film: gray, moody, but not to that extent that Sherlock Holmes had. This moodyness had flowers and feathers. I need to make some fanart of this film. The characters are hilarious. :)
So, while you all are enjoying the rest of your summer vacation (which is quickly coming to a close - wow, time flies!), remember me, and imagine what this new dress looks like. Have fun commenting.
Sincerely, Calli
(Help old ladies across the road!!)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Rossiya (cont.) + Fandom
So, I believe Ive ended nthe alst post with me going first into the Haunted Walk at my summer camp in teh dead of night adn dragging the second girl in line by the hands because she went so slow.
Yes. So. We went in. We saw the camp managers, lords and ladies (we were supposed to call them that) dressed in ghastly costumes. I remmber this bride wearing dark makeup and bloodstains running out of the bushes and taking me by the hand and yelling "TAKE ME TO MY HUSBAND!!" As I was first, all teh "evil spirits" came to me first. Joy. There was also this head. This guy just came down the path, dressed in dementor-like robes (im not kidding), holding a cut-off head by a bandage. The head looked like something out of Partycity covered in red paint or ketchup, one of them. So, it came towards us at a steady limping pace, I just hopped around it to the other side, and kept on walking, but OMGGPS!! The other girls were staring at teh Headless Dude and backing off. What IDIOTS!! Cant they see its ketchup?? And so I resumed my waiting pose, looking annoyed while they backed away, farther adn farther away, until teh girl behind me skrted around the Headless Dude adn glomped me. Joy. -----
Grandma just ncalled adn told me to do teh laundry adn water the flowers. 30 mins...
---Im back!
So, as said above, she glomped me. I taught Russians how to glomp. But one of teh girls, Catlin (in teh camp we were supposed to use nicknames. I picked 'Caltra' and was called 'Koltra' for the first few days T-T.), kept on firing insults at the spirits. "What a pretty head you have!!" "I love your dress!!" "Are those blood stains real?" She kept the other scaredy-cats in line and marching through the forest. AND SO, we got to this little girl, just sitting on teh path, hugging a panda-bear and combing her pigtails. She sees us, reaches her hand out, and pleads, "Take me to my mommy..." Catlin, in return, yelled, "HOWBOUT I TAKE YOU TO JUVENILLE PRISON??" (of course, dont forget that all this dialogue was in Russian). It was awesome. I nearly fell down laughing. But we got through the trail, and then, we had to get back to our building and go to sleep. And so, we had to walk on a path where, by teh smell of it, horses walked. That was probobly teh scariest part of the trail.
Erm, now, since nothing much happened, I got sick, laddiedada, My aunt picked me up from teh dacha and had me revitalize at her apartment. Thats where I got in touch with a true touch of videogame nostalgia.
HP2 videogame for teh PC. I last played it when I was 7 years old. And now, this year, I played it again. Some random moments in teh game, while I was playing it, I had flashbacks to me, sitting on the bed, watching my aunt fighting orange snails with "rictusemptra" and "flipendo!!" When I saw the cutscene where Riddle finds Hagrid, I had this flashback where I sat and kept on walking through them during the cutsene (at that part, it shows Hagrid adn Riddle doing things, and you, as transparent Harry, can walk through them and around them adn stuff like that). Then, during the Rictusemptra Challengs (every time you learn a spell, you need to have a challenge to prove your worth), when I saw the first enemies, teh fire-farting six-legged spider-turtles, I gasped. Because of those things I cut my cheek with a nail 6 years before!! When I saw Peeves again, I centered my wand on him and "splurge"d to heart's delight. When I looked over the Chocolate cards Ive collected over the game, I have moments, "I remember that one!! Shes hat girl who found gillywater!! Thats the dude whos roof fell in because of that backfired spell!!" Moments of true bliss. I remember the boss fight with Aragog, when I knew not to open that chest with "alahomora" because I remembered there was a hidden gnome in there. At this moment in the game, I'm in the Chamber of Secrets, with no Wiggenweld Potions (health-restoring potions), with 3/4 of my lighting bolt filled up (the lifes in this game are called stamina and theyre measured with lightning bolts and if you collect enough cards, you get lightning bolts added on) so theres only 2 hits before I faint again. And Ive saved RIGHT AT THE WORST PART!! And teh door just locked behind me. And there are two, extremely fast snails in front of me, paired with 2 Large Cornish Pixies, which require 2 hits each. HELP ME. Im deathly afraid of those snails!! Theyre fast... I eman, once they see you, the snails chanrge, adn you 'faint'. And come back 2 steps away from the place you died. But the snails... Theres this place near it, its like a pit, but its closed. I remember it, somewhere deep in my memory, how to get past this part... but at this moment I cant understand it. I hate snails. But the memory... I remember Tanya (my aunt) got stuck on that part too.
And so, yesterday, continuing with the HPfandom, I spent most of the day on Mugglenet. Because I wasnt on there so much and decided to have some fun. And oh boy, I did. I listened to all teh former MuggleCasts (including the one at Infinitus, or whatever its called) and now I ahve this huge urge to run to Florida and sneak into WWoHP. I just have to. EEK!! When my parents have their next conference in Florida, Ill beg for them t take me there. Even though both my mom and my dad are fed up with HP. >.<>:D
In other news, since it changes every day, yesterday I went to a Japanese resteraunt with Grandma, and we ate sushi. And meso soup. If thats how you spell it. And the meso soup was delicious! Yum, the tofu, the kelp, it was all so delicious!! Once teh sushi came, I was an animal. I quickly snatched a simple kelp-covered small roll with my chopsticks, dipped it in soysauce, and proceded to teh next while Grandma only opened her napkin, complete with a fork and knife. I taught Grandma about the soy sauce and teh ginger thing and which rolls are my fav (those simple ones - with only the little fish, rice, and kelp covering). And we talked. Now, since Ive learned to do as teh Romans do, we fight much less. Once I get back home, then Ill do things my way. Plus, Grandma doesnt need all that stress of fighting me. Now were more like good friends. And I showed that by letting her do my hair (into braids!! Ew!!), buying me a pistachio-colored tunic (which I like, except for that disgusting color. it fits me very well, and its soft and comfortable. but the color is just plain disgusting!), and eating at least a little bit instead of nothing at dinnertime.
And one of the major things I hate about this summer: the heat. With a capital H. So its more like Heat. Its arid, hot, humid, and it feels like the atmosphere is determinded to squash you into a human-colored pulp. Its horrible. I sweat so much that its unbearable when Im outside. And the absolute worst part is that most of Moscow doesnt have an AC. Now that sucks eggs. This weather is sortof like AZ, so its not that hard on me. Im used to being outside for a little while, then diving back into teh well-conditioned oasis of a building. But NO!! Moscow isnt used to this type of weather, so no ACs are found!! So its even hotter inside than outside!! My Grands, on the other hand, are smart people, who have ACs in the kitchen and in the living room. So I DO have an AZ-like feeling. Except when I go out to the store and whatnot. To get mineral water with sirup. :) I almost forgot to tell you guys about that.
Because of teh heat, vendors are getting business. In teh old Soviet days, there were these machines for mineral water (bubbly water, carbonated water, but I call it mineral water) mixed with sirup. Now, there are tewo machines standing not far away from my building at a mini-mall called Ladya (which means nothing, its just a word). I fell in love with those machines. They are exactly like those in those old Soviet films adn cartoons! I just pay 10-20 Rubles (about 30-70 cents) and choose my mineral water with teh sirup I like. I love the lemon version, double sirup. its so good!!
And so, while I have time, I'll go, take a walk to the machines, take a look at the stores, adn head back, through teh heat, to my oasis.
Hnm. This post seems much more cheery than teh last post. Anyways, goodbye misters!!
Yes. So. We went in. We saw the camp managers, lords and ladies (we were supposed to call them that) dressed in ghastly costumes. I remmber this bride wearing dark makeup and bloodstains running out of the bushes and taking me by the hand and yelling "TAKE ME TO MY HUSBAND!!" As I was first, all teh "evil spirits" came to me first. Joy. There was also this head. This guy just came down the path, dressed in dementor-like robes (im not kidding), holding a cut-off head by a bandage. The head looked like something out of Partycity covered in red paint or ketchup, one of them. So, it came towards us at a steady limping pace, I just hopped around it to the other side, and kept on walking, but OMGGPS!! The other girls were staring at teh Headless Dude and backing off. What IDIOTS!! Cant they see its ketchup?? And so I resumed my waiting pose, looking annoyed while they backed away, farther adn farther away, until teh girl behind me skrted around the Headless Dude adn glomped me. Joy. -----
Grandma just ncalled adn told me to do teh laundry adn water the flowers. 30 mins...
---Im back!
So, as said above, she glomped me. I taught Russians how to glomp. But one of teh girls, Catlin (in teh camp we were supposed to use nicknames. I picked 'Caltra' and was called 'Koltra' for the first few days T-T.), kept on firing insults at the spirits. "What a pretty head you have!!" "I love your dress!!" "Are those blood stains real?" She kept the other scaredy-cats in line and marching through the forest. AND SO, we got to this little girl, just sitting on teh path, hugging a panda-bear and combing her pigtails. She sees us, reaches her hand out, and pleads, "Take me to my mommy..." Catlin, in return, yelled, "HOWBOUT I TAKE YOU TO JUVENILLE PRISON??" (of course, dont forget that all this dialogue was in Russian). It was awesome. I nearly fell down laughing. But we got through the trail, and then, we had to get back to our building and go to sleep. And so, we had to walk on a path where, by teh smell of it, horses walked. That was probobly teh scariest part of the trail.
Erm, now, since nothing much happened, I got sick, laddiedada, My aunt picked me up from teh dacha and had me revitalize at her apartment. Thats where I got in touch with a true touch of videogame nostalgia.
HP2 videogame for teh PC. I last played it when I was 7 years old. And now, this year, I played it again. Some random moments in teh game, while I was playing it, I had flashbacks to me, sitting on the bed, watching my aunt fighting orange snails with "rictusemptra" and "flipendo!!" When I saw the cutscene where Riddle finds Hagrid, I had this flashback where I sat and kept on walking through them during the cutsene (at that part, it shows Hagrid adn Riddle doing things, and you, as transparent Harry, can walk through them and around them adn stuff like that). Then, during the Rictusemptra Challengs (every time you learn a spell, you need to have a challenge to prove your worth), when I saw the first enemies, teh fire-farting six-legged spider-turtles, I gasped. Because of those things I cut my cheek with a nail 6 years before!! When I saw Peeves again, I centered my wand on him and "splurge"d to heart's delight. When I looked over the Chocolate cards Ive collected over the game, I have moments, "I remember that one!! Shes hat girl who found gillywater!! Thats the dude whos roof fell in because of that backfired spell!!" Moments of true bliss. I remember the boss fight with Aragog, when I knew not to open that chest with "alahomora" because I remembered there was a hidden gnome in there. At this moment in the game, I'm in the Chamber of Secrets, with no Wiggenweld Potions (health-restoring potions), with 3/4 of my lighting bolt filled up (the lifes in this game are called stamina and theyre measured with lightning bolts and if you collect enough cards, you get lightning bolts added on) so theres only 2 hits before I faint again. And Ive saved RIGHT AT THE WORST PART!! And teh door just locked behind me. And there are two, extremely fast snails in front of me, paired with 2 Large Cornish Pixies, which require 2 hits each. HELP ME. Im deathly afraid of those snails!! Theyre fast... I eman, once they see you, the snails chanrge, adn you 'faint'. And come back 2 steps away from the place you died. But the snails... Theres this place near it, its like a pit, but its closed. I remember it, somewhere deep in my memory, how to get past this part... but at this moment I cant understand it. I hate snails. But the memory... I remember Tanya (my aunt) got stuck on that part too.
And so, yesterday, continuing with the HPfandom, I spent most of the day on Mugglenet. Because I wasnt on there so much and decided to have some fun. And oh boy, I did. I listened to all teh former MuggleCasts (including the one at Infinitus, or whatever its called) and now I ahve this huge urge to run to Florida and sneak into WWoHP. I just have to. EEK!! When my parents have their next conference in Florida, Ill beg for them t take me there. Even though both my mom and my dad are fed up with HP. >.<>:D
In other news, since it changes every day, yesterday I went to a Japanese resteraunt with Grandma, and we ate sushi. And meso soup. If thats how you spell it. And the meso soup was delicious! Yum, the tofu, the kelp, it was all so delicious!! Once teh sushi came, I was an animal. I quickly snatched a simple kelp-covered small roll with my chopsticks, dipped it in soysauce, and proceded to teh next while Grandma only opened her napkin, complete with a fork and knife. I taught Grandma about the soy sauce and teh ginger thing and which rolls are my fav (those simple ones - with only the little fish, rice, and kelp covering). And we talked. Now, since Ive learned to do as teh Romans do, we fight much less. Once I get back home, then Ill do things my way. Plus, Grandma doesnt need all that stress of fighting me. Now were more like good friends. And I showed that by letting her do my hair (into braids!! Ew!!), buying me a pistachio-colored tunic (which I like, except for that disgusting color. it fits me very well, and its soft and comfortable. but the color is just plain disgusting!), and eating at least a little bit instead of nothing at dinnertime.
And one of the major things I hate about this summer: the heat. With a capital H. So its more like Heat. Its arid, hot, humid, and it feels like the atmosphere is determinded to squash you into a human-colored pulp. Its horrible. I sweat so much that its unbearable when Im outside. And the absolute worst part is that most of Moscow doesnt have an AC. Now that sucks eggs. This weather is sortof like AZ, so its not that hard on me. Im used to being outside for a little while, then diving back into teh well-conditioned oasis of a building. But NO!! Moscow isnt used to this type of weather, so no ACs are found!! So its even hotter inside than outside!! My Grands, on the other hand, are smart people, who have ACs in the kitchen and in the living room. So I DO have an AZ-like feeling. Except when I go out to the store and whatnot. To get mineral water with sirup. :) I almost forgot to tell you guys about that.
Because of teh heat, vendors are getting business. In teh old Soviet days, there were these machines for mineral water (bubbly water, carbonated water, but I call it mineral water) mixed with sirup. Now, there are tewo machines standing not far away from my building at a mini-mall called Ladya (which means nothing, its just a word). I fell in love with those machines. They are exactly like those in those old Soviet films adn cartoons! I just pay 10-20 Rubles (about 30-70 cents) and choose my mineral water with teh sirup I like. I love the lemon version, double sirup. its so good!!
And so, while I have time, I'll go, take a walk to the machines, take a look at the stores, adn head back, through teh heat, to my oasis.
Hnm. This post seems much more cheery than teh last post. Anyways, goodbye misters!!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Rossiya
This summer I have had almsot no time to be on teh Internet. Oh well. Now, I have full days to be online, adn I will use those days to my liking. Yesh. Yesh I will.
So. I have been here, in the Moscow area, since June 14th. It was rainy, adn cold, and humid, adn I LOVED it. Now, the hot weather front has come, and its dry. Arizona dry. So it doesnt mater whether I'm at home or at my relatives, its hot everywhere. Joy. The grass in front of my building is all cracked adn yellow, similar to our cry, crackly, horrible Arizona grass. Its so hot that even the little creek that ran by my grands' dacha (forest vacation-home thing. similar to cabin in flagstaff)! So now, even out of the city its deathly.
So tahts wh I sit inside. Earlier this summer, my grandma got furious seing how freaking PALE I was. I like being pale. I dont want to ahve a tan, I like myself the way I am. And also, I dont play sports, so I have no excuse for being outside back home. So basically, I'm shut inside all teh time, adn to be honst, it suits me. I like being inside. And my grandma doesnt enjoy that. In the beginning of summer, we had so many fights ; clothes, tans, shopping, videogames, books. She obviosly forgot who I was over those 2 years we didnt see eachn other, or maybe I just changed so much.
When I lat saw her, I came out of my horrible 5th grade year, drained adn hopeless, but determinded to refill my awesomeinator adn dominate 6th grade. or at least get some god friends. And Grandma helped me then. She brought me back onto my feet, and pushed me so that I can soar. Now, its been two years. In those two years, Ive changed schools, changed voiews, changed friends, changed interests. Instead of that downridden preteen, I am now a confident teenager, determinded to make war (which I did. it was awesome. But later. >:D). You guys knolw Ive ahd a tough year. I got used to ahving friends all around me, adn now, in class, I was in the minority. I had the hyenas and my out-of-class-friends next to me, and their friendship carried me through. Thanks guys. So maybe I was a little down, but in all, I was faring much better than in teh summer of 6th. And I wanted to take Russia by teh horns. Too bad that didnt wrk out.
I came to Russia with an enflamed and somewhat-secret Harry Potter obsession (no, you guys really dont know how much stuff is hidden from everyone at home adn how open I am at school), a huge ego, and a stubbornness to do things MY way. Because that is how things will be. Thats the reason for my many fights with Grandma. I refused to do things the Russian way: I refused to eat at times (because I'm used to hunger: you guys know that I forgot my lunch most of the time at school), I wore what I wanted (no, Grandma, I will NOT wear that dress!!), and stuff like that. I'm used to being low-budget: I would not have my relatives buy stuff for me. So that started a little war. I just couldnt eat a lot, I cant stand wearing uncomfortable (for me) clothes, I cant look at people buying stuff for me. Its not what Im used to.
On top of that, not only have these fights been scattering in my brain, but also, Ive noticed things that have been in the background in my previous visits. Now, I can barely fit my head under the swing when I swing standing at the dacha. Has it been that long already? Everyone on the streets wears the same frown, same serious expression. Is it that bad here? Every second person smokes a cigarette, holds a beer bottle, or looks as if they'll break down any second. Do you know theres something else to live for? Those sunny individuals, those white ravens, pop out like stains on sheets. They look so alone, but everytime I see one of those rare smiles, I too smile. Those smiling people make my day. So far I have only seen one. People dont talk on the phone rapidly, laughing or gninning. They just walk to their next destination, focused, their brows wrinkled from worry. Its almost as if their personal troubles have to be forced onto someone else. Maybe thats just me. I'm used to something called 'customer service', where to get a higher rating you need a positive attitude. Im used to people pushing away their personal troubles to do their work well and cheery. Those ladies who sell vegetables at the market want to kill me with their hopeless stare. 'Why is that girl smiling so much?' My heartful 'thank you' slipped by their ears. I know for sure, that when my brother and I go to teh Yogurt Bar during teh weekend, we always smile and say hello to the cashier and she smiles and says hello back. Maybe she even waves. And when we leave, she says 'goodbye! have a nice day!' and my brother waves back, 'you too!' and both of us look as if we mean it. we want each other to have a good day. I am propelling her business; i want her employers to prosper, and she wants me to enjoy my frozen yogurt and come for more. Here, I smile, say hello, ask for what I want, pay, and expect at least a glance in return, but my thank you and gratefulness is forgotten. The cashier doesnt even look at her buyer. Talk about sad.
And there is a constant case of child corruption. I have met this great person. Shes fifteen, volenteers at a hospital, gets good grades... But she smokes. Shes a really awesome person. But she smokes. At fifteen. Her parents dont know, and she expects me to give in to her secret. Ive met the daughter of my moms cousin, Katya (Kate, translated). Now, this girl is gone. Shes way beyond the barrier and theres nohope of bringing her back, into teh world of logic and reasoning. Why do you wear so much makeup? The human being is already beatiful, already perfect. Do you really need that sweater? Or those flip flops? Or those jeans? In addition to that, she cusses like a maniac, poses like a model on Victoria's Secret posters (which isnt a compliment for those who are wondering) and dreams about a 'prince on a white horse'. She should meet Link sometime adn fall abck onto Earth. her brother, Andrei (Andrew, translated), is a great kid. We had this huge talk with him, his mom, my moma dn me, which was 4 fours long. We wanted to go to sleep, Katya fell asleep on teh couch-bed, Ludya (the mom) adn my mom (on an inflatable bed on the floor) started talking, adn since neither Andrei nor I could sleep, we joined into teh conversation. We talked about intelectuals, corrupted youth, worms that live in your eyes, the awesomeness of internet, those awesome things that awesome peopel talk about. So that night I made good friends with Andrei. Hes an really good kid. Except when hes with his sister. He becomes catty, rude, unpleasant, and then, they (Katya adn Andrei) ask me why I wont talk to them and hide behind "Battle of the Labyrinth" (which, at that time, I didnt finish and was desperate to get to the end, because now, I too ahve a soft spot for Percy and his friends in my heart). But that night, we talked for 4 hours. Until 4 in teh morning. It was AWESOME. At the end, the moms were going crazy, acting like me during an obsession-fit. Falling over, laughing, not making intelligent sounds, and the like. They were drinking WATER. I went over to Andrei adn whispered, "Imagine what theyll be like on alchahol!!"
*rereads her words adn laughs * I love you guys. I love each and every one of you. You, my dearest Basis-friends, have shaped me to become this person. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you (ow my hand....) Yes I typed that all up by hand. Becuase I'm just awesome like that.
And onto otehr news: My awesomeinator is getting filled up. I got bitten by a dog, learned how to bake bread, and hummed "Buckbeak's Flight" while on my bike, cruising in circles around the village where my grands' dacha is. I love that song :) Now, onto happier news, or just news ("It changes every day, you see?" XD Sorry guys, I spent half the day today on Mugglenet. XD)
Erm, I went to summer boarding camp. Its kinda like summer camp but in boarding school. And I had so mcuh fun!! I learned how to weave friendship bracelets, found out weird facts about myself that I didnt know (thanks, psychologist!!), and got a virus. And a big one. I lay in bed for a couple days after the first week (I was in camp for 2 weeks) and it got ahrd for me to swallow. I got this infection in my throat, at one point, swallowing became so painful I was crying. I had my grandparents pick me up (their dacha isnt far away from the camp) and they called... er... how is it in english? When the person is so sick, they need emergency care...? Well, I lay in bed, with a huge temperature, crying, my throat was like needles were being pressed into it. I could barely sleep that night. I got better, slopped crying (my grandma was fighting to put my hair up in pigtails, so that my hair wouldnt mess wiht my breathing and i didnt like that because i wear loose ponytails. but i was too weak to argue, i just gave in.) afterwards sleeping was a pain because the pigtails were high adn i sleep on my side. so much for breathing. I got so many weird dreams that night. I dont even remmber them, but I remmber screaming out adn thrashing in bed so much that it woke up Grandpa. The next day, I read HP5 in Russian for nearly the whole day, as there was nothing else I could do. To my relief, I finished it nearly a week ago adn started HP2 (which is just plain hilarious, by the way.) Did you know that there is no translation in Russian for "chamber" so they used "room"? So basically, teh title is "HP and the Secret Room." My God. What a fail. I only have a couple pages to go before I finish it. Afterwards, I have no idea what I'll read. But my Russian vocabulary ahs picked up so well that English is becoming somewhat tough!!!
More: There is no known translation for "epic" or "fail" or "epic fail". When people ask me what it means, I say "no translation is nessessary for these epically failing words." Loooove me.
Oh yeah! I want to show you guys what a Gryff I am:: at camp, every day has a theme, and one of the days was "Halloween Day." Later, I corrected the camp managers, saying that there is no Halloween Day, there is just Halloween. As usual, none of them listened to me. oh well. But there was a Tropa Straha (translated: Path of Fright, But I like to call it teh Haunted walk. Because Haunted Walk just sounds better.) And so, my town (in teh camp, there is the camp, which is seperated into buildings, which is seperated by towns. My town was called "Tonicity." and it was 10 people + our leader, Lady Slavija) headed out to the small lake-thing by teh forest. In he dead of night. In teh cold. I had an excuse to wear my jeans (with teh blue pineapple belt!!) my keds, a long-sleeved shirt (it felt good to be wearing one) and my Hogwarts Jacket (which is just a black hoodie that has two oversized buttons and sleeves that end at my elbows. i want it to ahve a Gryff badge!!) And so, the 6 normal girls in our town (there are seven but shes a tomboy so she just ahngs with teh three guys) were told to go into teh walk first, into teh forest, lit by candles. No one wanted to go first, adn since no one wanted to, I just went first. I was chilled to teh bone and dreading whatll come, but I'm glad I went first. The person behind me went so slow, I felt like I was dragging her through the walk. Literally dragging. Anyways, the camp managers dressed up into weird costumes, lept out of bushes and literally tried to drag you into teh bushes. And if you went off the path of the candles, you got ------
\i ahve to run and go meet my Grandma at the metro station.I will continue this post later. For now, keep on rereading this. Turns out that my life is worth reading. :) Tchao/.
So. I have been here, in the Moscow area, since June 14th. It was rainy, adn cold, and humid, adn I LOVED it. Now, the hot weather front has come, and its dry. Arizona dry. So it doesnt mater whether I'm at home or at my relatives, its hot everywhere. Joy. The grass in front of my building is all cracked adn yellow, similar to our cry, crackly, horrible Arizona grass. Its so hot that even the little creek that ran by my grands' dacha (forest vacation-home thing. similar to cabin in flagstaff)! So now, even out of the city its deathly.
So tahts wh I sit inside. Earlier this summer, my grandma got furious seing how freaking PALE I was. I like being pale. I dont want to ahve a tan, I like myself the way I am. And also, I dont play sports, so I have no excuse for being outside back home. So basically, I'm shut inside all teh time, adn to be honst, it suits me. I like being inside. And my grandma doesnt enjoy that. In the beginning of summer, we had so many fights ; clothes, tans, shopping, videogames, books. She obviosly forgot who I was over those 2 years we didnt see eachn other, or maybe I just changed so much.
When I lat saw her, I came out of my horrible 5th grade year, drained adn hopeless, but determinded to refill my awesomeinator adn dominate 6th grade. or at least get some god friends. And Grandma helped me then. She brought me back onto my feet, and pushed me so that I can soar. Now, its been two years. In those two years, Ive changed schools, changed voiews, changed friends, changed interests. Instead of that downridden preteen, I am now a confident teenager, determinded to make war (which I did. it was awesome. But later. >:D). You guys knolw Ive ahd a tough year. I got used to ahving friends all around me, adn now, in class, I was in the minority. I had the hyenas and my out-of-class-friends next to me, and their friendship carried me through. Thanks guys. So maybe I was a little down, but in all, I was faring much better than in teh summer of 6th. And I wanted to take Russia by teh horns. Too bad that didnt wrk out.
I came to Russia with an enflamed and somewhat-secret Harry Potter obsession (no, you guys really dont know how much stuff is hidden from everyone at home adn how open I am at school), a huge ego, and a stubbornness to do things MY way. Because that is how things will be. Thats the reason for my many fights with Grandma. I refused to do things the Russian way: I refused to eat at times (because I'm used to hunger: you guys know that I forgot my lunch most of the time at school), I wore what I wanted (no, Grandma, I will NOT wear that dress!!), and stuff like that. I'm used to being low-budget: I would not have my relatives buy stuff for me. So that started a little war. I just couldnt eat a lot, I cant stand wearing uncomfortable (for me) clothes, I cant look at people buying stuff for me. Its not what Im used to.
On top of that, not only have these fights been scattering in my brain, but also, Ive noticed things that have been in the background in my previous visits. Now, I can barely fit my head under the swing when I swing standing at the dacha. Has it been that long already? Everyone on the streets wears the same frown, same serious expression. Is it that bad here? Every second person smokes a cigarette, holds a beer bottle, or looks as if they'll break down any second. Do you know theres something else to live for? Those sunny individuals, those white ravens, pop out like stains on sheets. They look so alone, but everytime I see one of those rare smiles, I too smile. Those smiling people make my day. So far I have only seen one. People dont talk on the phone rapidly, laughing or gninning. They just walk to their next destination, focused, their brows wrinkled from worry. Its almost as if their personal troubles have to be forced onto someone else. Maybe thats just me. I'm used to something called 'customer service', where to get a higher rating you need a positive attitude. Im used to people pushing away their personal troubles to do their work well and cheery. Those ladies who sell vegetables at the market want to kill me with their hopeless stare. 'Why is that girl smiling so much?' My heartful 'thank you' slipped by their ears. I know for sure, that when my brother and I go to teh Yogurt Bar during teh weekend, we always smile and say hello to the cashier and she smiles and says hello back. Maybe she even waves. And when we leave, she says 'goodbye! have a nice day!' and my brother waves back, 'you too!' and both of us look as if we mean it. we want each other to have a good day. I am propelling her business; i want her employers to prosper, and she wants me to enjoy my frozen yogurt and come for more. Here, I smile, say hello, ask for what I want, pay, and expect at least a glance in return, but my thank you and gratefulness is forgotten. The cashier doesnt even look at her buyer. Talk about sad.
And there is a constant case of child corruption. I have met this great person. Shes fifteen, volenteers at a hospital, gets good grades... But she smokes. Shes a really awesome person. But she smokes. At fifteen. Her parents dont know, and she expects me to give in to her secret. Ive met the daughter of my moms cousin, Katya (Kate, translated). Now, this girl is gone. Shes way beyond the barrier and theres nohope of bringing her back, into teh world of logic and reasoning. Why do you wear so much makeup? The human being is already beatiful, already perfect. Do you really need that sweater? Or those flip flops? Or those jeans? In addition to that, she cusses like a maniac, poses like a model on Victoria's Secret posters (which isnt a compliment for those who are wondering) and dreams about a 'prince on a white horse'. She should meet Link sometime adn fall abck onto Earth. her brother, Andrei (Andrew, translated), is a great kid. We had this huge talk with him, his mom, my moma dn me, which was 4 fours long. We wanted to go to sleep, Katya fell asleep on teh couch-bed, Ludya (the mom) adn my mom (on an inflatable bed on the floor) started talking, adn since neither Andrei nor I could sleep, we joined into teh conversation. We talked about intelectuals, corrupted youth, worms that live in your eyes, the awesomeness of internet, those awesome things that awesome peopel talk about. So that night I made good friends with Andrei. Hes an really good kid. Except when hes with his sister. He becomes catty, rude, unpleasant, and then, they (Katya adn Andrei) ask me why I wont talk to them and hide behind "Battle of the Labyrinth" (which, at that time, I didnt finish and was desperate to get to the end, because now, I too ahve a soft spot for Percy and his friends in my heart). But that night, we talked for 4 hours. Until 4 in teh morning. It was AWESOME. At the end, the moms were going crazy, acting like me during an obsession-fit. Falling over, laughing, not making intelligent sounds, and the like. They were drinking WATER. I went over to Andrei adn whispered, "Imagine what theyll be like on alchahol!!"
*rereads her words adn laughs * I love you guys. I love each and every one of you. You, my dearest Basis-friends, have shaped me to become this person. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you (ow my hand....) Yes I typed that all up by hand. Becuase I'm just awesome like that.
And onto otehr news: My awesomeinator is getting filled up. I got bitten by a dog, learned how to bake bread, and hummed "Buckbeak's Flight" while on my bike, cruising in circles around the village where my grands' dacha is. I love that song :) Now, onto happier news, or just news ("It changes every day, you see?" XD Sorry guys, I spent half the day today on Mugglenet. XD)
Erm, I went to summer boarding camp. Its kinda like summer camp but in boarding school. And I had so mcuh fun!! I learned how to weave friendship bracelets, found out weird facts about myself that I didnt know (thanks, psychologist!!), and got a virus. And a big one. I lay in bed for a couple days after the first week (I was in camp for 2 weeks) and it got ahrd for me to swallow. I got this infection in my throat, at one point, swallowing became so painful I was crying. I had my grandparents pick me up (their dacha isnt far away from the camp) and they called... er... how is it in english? When the person is so sick, they need emergency care...? Well, I lay in bed, with a huge temperature, crying, my throat was like needles were being pressed into it. I could barely sleep that night. I got better, slopped crying (my grandma was fighting to put my hair up in pigtails, so that my hair wouldnt mess wiht my breathing and i didnt like that because i wear loose ponytails. but i was too weak to argue, i just gave in.) afterwards sleeping was a pain because the pigtails were high adn i sleep on my side. so much for breathing. I got so many weird dreams that night. I dont even remmber them, but I remmber screaming out adn thrashing in bed so much that it woke up Grandpa. The next day, I read HP5 in Russian for nearly the whole day, as there was nothing else I could do. To my relief, I finished it nearly a week ago adn started HP2 (which is just plain hilarious, by the way.) Did you know that there is no translation in Russian for "chamber" so they used "room"? So basically, teh title is "HP and the Secret Room." My God. What a fail. I only have a couple pages to go before I finish it. Afterwards, I have no idea what I'll read. But my Russian vocabulary ahs picked up so well that English is becoming somewhat tough!!!
More: There is no known translation for "epic" or "fail" or "epic fail". When people ask me what it means, I say "no translation is nessessary for these epically failing words." Loooove me.
Oh yeah! I want to show you guys what a Gryff I am:: at camp, every day has a theme, and one of the days was "Halloween Day." Later, I corrected the camp managers, saying that there is no Halloween Day, there is just Halloween. As usual, none of them listened to me. oh well. But there was a Tropa Straha (translated: Path of Fright, But I like to call it teh Haunted walk. Because Haunted Walk just sounds better.) And so, my town (in teh camp, there is the camp, which is seperated into buildings, which is seperated by towns. My town was called "Tonicity." and it was 10 people + our leader, Lady Slavija) headed out to the small lake-thing by teh forest. In he dead of night. In teh cold. I had an excuse to wear my jeans (with teh blue pineapple belt!!) my keds, a long-sleeved shirt (it felt good to be wearing one) and my Hogwarts Jacket (which is just a black hoodie that has two oversized buttons and sleeves that end at my elbows. i want it to ahve a Gryff badge!!) And so, the 6 normal girls in our town (there are seven but shes a tomboy so she just ahngs with teh three guys) were told to go into teh walk first, into teh forest, lit by candles. No one wanted to go first, adn since no one wanted to, I just went first. I was chilled to teh bone and dreading whatll come, but I'm glad I went first. The person behind me went so slow, I felt like I was dragging her through the walk. Literally dragging. Anyways, the camp managers dressed up into weird costumes, lept out of bushes and literally tried to drag you into teh bushes. And if you went off the path of the candles, you got ------
\i ahve to run and go meet my Grandma at the metro station.I will continue this post later. For now, keep on rereading this. Turns out that my life is worth reading. :) Tchao/.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Revival, or something close to it.
Yes. How long has it been? 3 months? Oh biy, I am not regreting this any further. I've been wantyed to go on for such a long time... and here i am, at my parents comp 5 mins before i ahve to wake them up. since i havnt been on for such a long time, i might as well inform you all on what happened during these three months.
And you guys may be wondering why I left. That's just me. I go from one thing to another. I left YouTube for Blogger, and now Blogger was left for dA. And let me say that all teh sites are equal in amazingness... but Blogger was too stale.
But I will never forget my happiness on Blogger. I only hope I will have the same amazing memories on dA, my next big site.
- I got an ocarina for my all A's these pre-comps.
- I lost my ocarina.
- And I found it a week ago. Again.
- I finished Okami, had an Okami obsession...
- Had an obsession over Pirates of the Caribbean, wave 2.
- Was mucho more active on dA (deviant ART, the site where I moved my life)
- Got my Trili addicted to warrior Cats.
- Made my first sample animation after almost a year of not animating.
- Celebrated my 2-year-streak of ahimation.
- Still got stuck in Spirit Tracks.
- Got a whole interview with someone on the culture on Japan.
- Got a couple questions on a gameshow right (in my couch)
And you guys may be wondering why I left. That's just me. I go from one thing to another. I left YouTube for Blogger, and now Blogger was left for dA. And let me say that all teh sites are equal in amazingness... but Blogger was too stale.
But I will never forget my happiness on Blogger. I only hope I will have the same amazing memories on dA, my next big site.
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