Like Starbucks!

Rage, rage, rage. Sometimes, I simply cannot get over how rude people are. Who do people think they are when they decide to intervene in someone's personal life, let alone their financial decisions?

I've been tweeting and crying all over the internet about how my car has finally worn out, and that I can't afford the repair work it needs. Is it because its an American car? No. It's a man-made machine and it's fucking old, that's what. It's going on 9 years old now, and I don't care what anyone says, no car in this world is going to run along for 9 whole years without requiring some type of maintenance or repair work. Mechanics don't last forever, and sometimes things just WEAR OUT, whether that car was built overseas or not. Now I'm no expert of course, but believe me when I say that foreign cars require repair work too, only at twice the cost. If I can't even afford to fix my "cheap" American car, what the hell am I supposed to do when a proclaimed "perfect" foreign car encounters a problem? Don't pretend that's never happened to a Toyota or a Honda. I've seen them broken down on the sides of the road, and you have too.

I don't care if people claim American cars suck. It's nothing more than people taking pride in their expensive import products and using the price tag to justify it's superiority. I've been reading up on some articles, and in recent years, American model cars have reached the same level of performance and quality that their foreign competitors have. And my mom and I are going to be looking into models within the 2008 range, so I don't think I'll have shit to worry about when comparing the quality to my lil old 2002 Cavalier.
I did find a few articles that listed the major downfalls of purchasing American cars. The number one agrument as to why I should buy foreign, besides the bogus poor-quality claim, is that American cars are just ugly. Seriously, that's all anyone seemed to be able to come up with. It didn't convince me. You know what else doesn't convince me? When someone tries to tell me that their foreign car that's nearly 18 years old has never had a problem. Or that "even if it did break down, it would still be cheap". Bullshit. Who do people think they are.

Long story short, I don't buy foreign, case closed. My brother bought two foreign cars and they were in the shop every other week. He finally "sold out" and bought an American car. Problems? Gone. WHERE'S YOUR CRED NOW, FOREIGN CAR LOVERS?

Here are my fucking sources.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/09/04/business/moneywatch/main5289066.shtml
http://www.gallup.com/poll/126548/fewer-americans-set-buying-foreign-cars.aspx

http://www.all-about-car-selection.com/import-cars.html
http://www.consumersavvytips.org/are_foreign_cars_really_any_better_than_american_cars.html

(91) Dear Diary...

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(88)...(89)....(90) !!!

So my blogs have been mis-numbered not once, but twice. And then a third time which possibly lead to a fourth, and I wouldn't be surprised if it went ahead and decided to go for a lucky fifth. Totally not my fault. Some days my blog practically writes itself, it seems. My blog says that this will be my 93rd blog, but until now everyone has insisted that I'm totally not done yet and that I still have more to write. Well, sure I skipped a few and doubled up the next day, and when it wasn't necessary to do that... I wrote everyday. Therefore, I resign.

I think I deserve and I could really go for a glass of wine right now, preferably some sake because I'm obsessive about Japanese things, but either way I'm not 21.

(87) Deathly Indiana Moons

I am crippled. I've never been this sore in my life! That little workout episode and caffeine trip has left its mark if I do say so myself. I can barely walk down the stairs, let alone walk down the street.

Kyle and I had a fantastic dinner at a little Chinese restaurant in Valpo. Its was especially interesting considering the waitress was a witch. She was able to convince everyone to have something simply by asking "So you want some _____?" and it worked every time. We had an appetizer of egg rolls that we didn't plan to order. We had tea. The guy behind us had a beer he probably didn't plan on having. It was amazing the way she just asked so casually, and every customer fell for it. I wish I had such an easy power of persuasion. Kyle however, may have found himself cursed since he tried to get away with leaving her a $3 tip! But that's okay I convinced him to leave her more.

We, er, I played Heavy Rain for like two hours. It was really fun, but considering I just jumped into the middle of the story I was having difficultly figuring out who the characters were and what they were doing.

On the way home, there was a big harvest-half-moon. It was really cool to watch it hang so low in the sky, and gradually sink into the horizon as it transitioned from a buttery yellow color into a blood red.

It was a really good day. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my grandma and.... well who knows what else I'll do.

(86) I Love All the Animals

I just watched a documentary on Discovery about when moose attack, and now I'm watching a general documentary on Spike about dangerous animals. Truth be told, most animals scare me to death. But so long as I see them on a TV screen, pictures, or behind iron bars or a cage, I swoon over their cutesy cuddleiness.

I just saw the segment about bears mauling people, and it seems that most bears go directly for the face. It reminds me a lot of those stupid facebook meme things. There was literally one that said something along the lines of "if you ever get mauled by a bear, I hope they stay away from your face because you're pretty cute :)"
DEBUNKED. Upon any given rendezvous with a bear, say goodbye to your lover's pretty face.

I at least like how all the victims say (or perhaps claim) that they hold no grudge against the animal that attacked them. Most times, the rampaging animals are female who think you are entirely too close for comfort, or that you and your pretty face look delicious. Some times, the animal that attacked someone is literally hunted down and killed. But really, I understand that we have a social order and that we're pretty much at the top of the food chain in the animal kingdom, but why must we hold ourselves to be so much more important and valuable than animals?

It's likely because we're an entirely different species from them, and don't necessarily have to associate with them. But we can use them to test cosmetics and other potentially damaging medicines, we can lock them up and put them on display, force them into show business (like SeaWorld for example, those dolphins and Orcas live tragically short lives and suffer to no end!), and we can even hunt them, killing them for no reason other than to call it a sport. Under captivity of humankind, what chance does an animal have to escape and how likely will it re-adapt upon release? Close to none, and will probably die of starvation. I just don't get it.

Now I'm not a big PETA fan, frankly I think they objectify and humiliate people for the sake of animals which is equally wrong, but it is strange that a small part of me feels guilty that humankind has dominated and constructed nearly the entire world? In a perfect world, we'd all get along. Like in cartoons and stuff.

(85) Trippin' on that Jazzercise

So I finally decided to work out today! And it knocked me out.

After 15 minutes it felt like my muscles were shifting and tearing away from my bones. I was short of breath practically the moment I started moving. The worst part is that when I was done, I wound up really dizzy and had a bad case of jitters. I couldn't even lift my arms to wash my hair in the shower!

I didn't know I fell that much out of shape. This is a serious issue, and if I'm not aching and sore tomorrow --or the next day-- I am committed to getting in better shape this summer.
Again, it's not that I'm body conscious or anything, but MAN-OH-MAN if I can't manage to stay active for 15 minutes, that's a teeny weeny problem! Plus, its a huge stress reliever and I could really use a little bit of that.

My extreme case of exhaustion may actually be a false alarm toward my overall health, though. I was running on pretty high amounts of caffeine and had an empty stomach. Now that I think about it, I don't think I was "exhausted"; I think I was actually tripping. This exact situation has got to be the circumstance that contributes to the drug aspect of caffeine. So next time I'll work out when I'm sober of coffee, and I'm sure I'll find that I'm not as bad off as I think I am. If any of you are ever feeling dangerous or daring, and want to experiment with drugs in a healthier alternative to psychedelics, try this sometime and see if you get a similar result... Because I know I'm not going to do that again!

In other news, I didn't do anything today. After working out I still ate sweets, pizza rolls, and other junk food today. And it was good.

I played more Yakuza and I'm really liking it.

(84) Nothing.

Today was productive, but boring. I called the Starbucks that I applied for an sweet-talked the manager into writing down a note to the hiring manager about how great I am and that I deserve the job.

Then, I went and registered for summer school and made an eye doctor's appointment. Super exciting, huh?

Well I did play Yakuza and so far I like it. The storyline is pretty hard to follow since so many characters with funny names were introduced so fast. But its good. Apparently, the cord that was missing was never lost. I did have the yellow/white/red cable, but I didn't have the actual outlet part. Which has been in my drawer all along. I just never thought it fit because I didn't realize how hard I actually had to push it into the port. OOOOOOOPS.
I never opened that package from GameStop. I think I'll stop by tomorrow and see if I can return it. I'll bet you anything that will be the highlight of my day.

(83) Moon Prism Power

Oh, my Dell. I just don't understand you. I thought your battery was dead, now all of a sudden it's charging after months of inactivity. It made me believe it was dead, broken, or just plain lazy and sleeping all this time. Maybe we have more in common than I think. Sometimes I sleep til 2:30PM because I don't think I have a good reason to get out of bed anyway. And you don't charge the battery because there's no good reason to since I keep it plugged in all the time anyway. Well, at least I know you're alive. And one you fully charge, you're getting unplugged.

I didn't get around to playing Yakuza today, probably tomorrow. Due to my computer's excellent health conditions, I played The Sims all night instead because my sailor scout family needed some attention. Makoto (Jupiter) was advancing like crazy in her food-industry career, until she got fired from her job when she didn't bring designer water to a famous person at her restaurant. Minako (Venus) got caught cheating on Usagi (Moon) with another man, so Usagi and him got into a nasty slap fight and he started crying. I decided to make Venus a raging bisexual just to keep things interesting. Rei (Mars) finally got her first job as an intern for a political campaign, and is secretly having an affair with Mamoru (Tuxedo), who Usagi hasn't actually met in the game so far anyway. So both Minako and Mamoru are cheating on her already. Poor Usagi. Amy is boring and makes the most money out of all of them as a scientist, and has a boyfriend whom she met when he walked past their house. She's just boring.

I went over the Outer Senshi's home, but their drama is practically nonexistent, except that Minako has a big whopping crush on Haruka (Uranus) and wants to flirt with her, even though Haruka and Michiru (Neptune) are married. Setsuna (Pluto) is just an anti-social bitch and no one likes her. Probably because she's not a planet anymore. And Hotaru (Saturn) never does her homework.

In other news, today was a day well spent. I spent four hours running around looking for a job. The most common response was "We're not currently hiring, but we're always accepting applications!". Basically, "fill it out and good luck, miss". I was especially sad to hear that from Buffalo Wild Wings, considering the one manager was so thrilled to know I had all the experience and skills necessary, and even gave me the hiring manager's number to call and tell her I was interested. What a disappointment.

I went into a little diner that my mom and I go to sometimes, because I saw a sign that said they were hiring for servers, but I don't know how thrilled they were when I told them I could only work seasonal. Diners always seem shady to me, so I don't know if I want to work there anyway. There were a lot of girls that seemed to be around my age working there, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. As long as I'm not being paid under the table or they're taking my tips (coughcough- BEWARE OF MOST FAMILY OWNED RESTAURANTS-COUGH) I'll take what I can get.

(82) Game On (But Not at Ball State)

I went over to GameStop and decided to finally buy the missing part to my PS2. I haven't played in nearly a year because the coaxial cable went missing when I moved into my dorm and has never been found. But I am ready to hop onto my "I don't give a damn about anything anymore!" summer bandwagon and play video games again! I never beat Kingdom Hearts, or Final Fantasy X. I got to Atlantis and had a hard time defeating Ursula and never quite cared to go back and kill her.... until now. And FFX was so.... slow. Every time I moved there was a movie scene and it just never seemed to end. I'm thinking I oughta replace it with different game. So at GameStop, I bought Yakuza since it was on sale for $10 in the pre-owned section. I'm really excited to play it tomorrow.

I am not kidding you, the Sherrerville/Dyer area has 5 GameStop locations within a two mile radius, and then another in Merillville! Its like Starbucks in Chicago. I guess that doesn't surprise me since this area of Northwest Indiana is so full of kids and young people. And then there's the vast population of stoners, high school drop-outs, and the "oh, I swear I'm looking for a job!" groups. Regardless, the GameStop locations are a super plus for the few young thriving people like myself who lurk the area.

I'll be the first to admit I'm not as much of a dedicated gamer as many of my friends are. Often times, its just that I'm purely too busy to play them as often as I like. Other times I'm just tired and would rather bum-out and just watch TV. Next thing you know, days turn into weeks and suddenly I forget I even like video games. Video games can tell some of the greatest stories, and I love playing a game that keeps me on my toes. I remember when I was younger and N64 was the latest system. My dedication to games was incredible. I loved the stories and the fun little games that I could kill a few hours after school playing. So I'm hoping I can go back to those days and feel the same joy and excitement I got from those games. Starting with.... this summer :)

(82) Tokyo Monogatari

I tried to blog last night, but my computer froze.... Every time I think my computer is better, it does something odd.

Anyway, I was up until 3:30AM watching an old 1950's movie called "Tokyo Story" on TCM. It was in Japanese with subtitles, and was pretty good. I'm not sure what the theme of the story was, but it seemed to be a reflection of the role of family in Japanese culture. I was talking to Shuichiro once, and he told me that families aren't really close in Japan.

The story was about an old couple visiting all their grown children in Tokyo, as well as making sure to visit their daughter-in-law Noriko, whose husband (one of their sons) died in the war. The problem was, all their kids were too busy to entertain them or take them sight seeing. After a few days, they actually sent the parents away to a lively, modern, fun hotel and spa so they at least had something to do. But it was definitely a place for the younger generation. So the parents go back to one of their kids' homes, and they're actually asked to leave and go elsewhere.
Who does that? Especially to their elderly parents?

Anyway, the mom ends up dying at the end. There's a scene at a dinner table after the funeral where Kyoko, who I believe was their youngest daughter who still lived with the parents, was being told from her older sister to fetch all kinds of clothes of the moms so she can have them. Kyoko doesn't say anything of course, but later as she's speaking Noriko, she goes on this big rant about how disrespectful that was, and that it isn't how family is supposed to act. Noriko however, disagrees.

She tells Kyoko that kids gradually grow distant from their parents, and that it wasn't disrespectful at all. Kyoko asked if Noriko would have done what Shige (the oldest daughter) had done, and Noriko said she would have.

There was another scene where the father met up with some of his old co-workers and his retired chief for drinks. All the men got drunk and went on rants about how their sons were all failures. The father's son was a doctor, but not a Tokyo city doctor, just a small suburban doctor, thus he was a disappointment. The other man's son was a co-executive of a big company (or something) and not the big boss, thus was also a failure.

It was a really good movie, but did seem to reflect on how the kids no longer needed their parents anymore, and were closer to each other than their parents. Even the grand kids were too preoccupied with other things to pay anyone else notice.

The most interesting part was the parents' relationship to each other. I know they're old and all, bu there was little to no love left from either of them. When the wife died, the husband seemed to be more in shock rather than grief. When one of the neighbors came by back at his house in the small town they lived, the neighbor pestered him about how lonely he was going to be now that his wife is dead. It was so light-hearted and energetic, that it was as though it was a big joke!
It was so bizarre. Nowadays, or ever, I can't image someone coming over and making fun of you after your spouse dies.

If any of you ever come across it this movie, I'd say check it out, even if it is a lengthy 3 hours.

(81) Here I Go Again, My My -- How Can I Resist Ya!?

You wanna know how I can tell my day was boring or below-average?
I am jamming out to the 2008 movie's Mamma Mia! Soundtrack.
This shit is awesome!

Even though its all ABBA music, I think the movie distracted me from how awesome these covers are, and I feel like I've never even heard the music or seen the movie. But now that I have the CD, I'm enjoying it to its fullest extent. The movie really was that outrageously bouncy and happy. I love Meryl Streep and Amanda Seiyfred and Price Brosnan is a fox but Jesus Christ Almighty, CALM DOWN PEOPLE.

I also took advantage of my internet's freedom to download as much illegal music I want, including Mamma Mia. I obtained The Cranberries and S.E.S, an old girl KPop band I used to be obsessed with.

I sorta cleaned my room finally, but I spent most of the day sitting on my ass. If I can find my other hand-weight, I'm totally gonna work out tonight to make up for it.

In other news, there is no news. Its still cold down here so its hard to type, I'm still jamming to embarrassing music I'm going to hide on my Zune, I'm kinda hungry, and my cats are begging for attention.

Well..... Eight more to go.
Voulez-Vous!!

(81) Whoops

Guess I forgot to blog last night. But if I would've blogged, it would have been all about my fantastic new Dell laptop!

Well, not really new. As a matter of fact, its the same one I've had for the past three years. But it certainly runs like new. After reinstalling Windows 7, everything magically disappeared. Music, software, The Sims, uTorrent, everything gone. It started to prompt for all kinds of new updates, a lot like the ones that pop up everyday when you get a new laptop. It even had to reinstall a driver (pardon me if my computer ignorance is babbling about wrong things), such as my ATI Radeon graphics... card, thing. I then had to reinstall all updates and antivirus/firewalls that I already had, so it seems to have pretty much restored itself!

When I spoke on the phone with the Dell representative, he told me the first step of a system restore was to reinstall Windows 7, followed by a few other things to reset. Apart of me feels like my restore isn't quite complete, and the packed Recovery drive seems to be vouching for that theory. I have 220 MB free out of 10GB on my D drive, and before I tried to compress everything I only had 14MB. It was fine and had plenty of space before I brought my laptop home from school. It doesn't seem to be causing any major problems, so I guess I'll let it sit tight until I know what to do.

Regardless of my worries, this is fantastic. a 1MB download takes a few seconds rather than a few minutes to download, videos on YouTube run smoothly, I found some hot themes that I never knew existed for Firefox (realistically I never could've gone anywhere near them without my computer freezing), my internet actually runs at high speeds, my computer takes a minute to fully boot up (last time it took 10-15 before I could run ANY programs), and its so refreshing!
Ah, the age of technology. A slow computer made me depressed and I was sucuumed to a feeling of helplessness. Now that its fast and refreshed, I have become lively and happy!
We are so dependent.

In other news, I should be over at the new house today helping my mum and Jim strip wood, but I forgot my phone at Kyle's house last night, so my mom has probably been calling me. That's okay. If she really wanted me there today she would have woken me up this morning and told me to be there at a certain time (snicker). I knew I forgot my phone the moment I got into my car last night, but the last thing I wanted to do was to go knocking on his door while his family was asleep. Sigh. I'll bet people have been calling me, too. Sorry if my phone is going berserk!

I guess I'll be bloggin' later tonight. So far it looks like I have no plans, so I guess I'll write about something that actually matters ;p

(80) Windy Adventures

Ahhh, another well spent day downtown. It was me, Abraham, and Louis this time, and we just went through this whole day without an actual plan, except of course to go downtown. We checked out some stores, had Chipotle, got a little lost in the banking district on our way home (but getting lost is all apart of the Chicago adventure doncha' know), and just had a good day.

The train ride was funny from start to finish. We went to the New Lenox Metra, and although the parking lot was packed, it was pretty much deserted. We went inside to buy our tickets, and after we left to hang outside for the train, some really bizzare tribal music started playing from the speakers. Only one song, too. We're thinking the guy at the ticket-booth was scheming something. I think he's a shaman.

Upon boarding the train, two homeless kids sat across from us. They mentioned being high-school drop outs, so I image they were our age or a little younger. I know they mentioned that they weren't 21 yet. Anyway, I found them to be really shady and I didn't want to talk to them. Once they sat down the first thing I wanted to do was move, but they probably would have yelled at us/me for judging them.
They were nice, but they just creeped me out. Does this make me judgmental? Yes, and I'll admit it, too. If I went around thinking every shady looking person in this world was perfectly nice and harmless, I'd probably dead, and I don't even run into that many scary people. They offered us tobacco and crackers, but we politely declined.

Anyway, we FINALLY got to Chicago. The New Lenox route was a little longer than my usual Homewood Metra line. We then navigated to Michigan Avenue and ate lunch, and went along our plan to play it by ear. We went to Boarders, and checked out everything from literature, political books (with Abe's newly famous quote "Here, buy this. You freakin' Republican") to sexy books, and it was fun. Abe and I bought some urban fashions at H&M. I got some adorable flip-flops (with a heel!), and a nice new purse that makes me look fancy and expensive.

In Tinley Park we went to Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner, and we had a joyous feast. Abe and I split a full slab of ribs and fries, and Louis had chicken and a TON of fries. We had so many fries we didn't even know what to do with them.

So it was a really good day. Everyone is off to Acen tomorrow and then back to Muncie at the end of this weekend, so hopefully I can make my way down to Muncie to hang out at least once this summer for a weekend or something.

(79) Cool the Heat

GOOD GOD I'm so cold!!
I just got back from the Ashbary again with Kara and Lindsay, and even though its raining, thundering, and lightning outside, its warmer outside than it is in this basement. That makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me so angry because there's nothing I can do be comfortable. EVER!!
My mom is just like me when it comes to the temperature I require to function as a human being, but Jim flips out if I or my mum go anywhere near the thermostat (not that I would touch it now anyway, but when I was sitting down here fighting death this past winter.... everyone would rather see me dead than pay money). The other night I was wearing my life-saving fleece hoodie while wrapped in a blanket in my bed, and I was still cold.

Do I have anemia, or something? That's gotta be it, because the slightest breeze or any temperature under 50 degrees sends chills down my spine and I go into panic mode. I must've fallen under the ice of a frozen lake and died in my past life. I get cold far too easily, and I panic too quickly.

To throw some salt on my ridiculous wounds, I really hate it when it's hot. The humid, sticky air of summer drives me insane and if I'm out in the sun for more than 15 minutes, I get sun burned. Even driving in my car without wearing sunscreen gets me burned. Everything about summer is gross.

This is why I need to start migrating as the seasons change. When I was in California in the middle of summer, I didn't have any problems with the heat. It was dry heat!
Hell, I was even in Vegas when the temperature was 106 degrees and it was fine to me!

I have come to the most terrifying conclusion of my life.
I am allergic to cold breezes and humidity.

Therefore, my life is over.

But I'm gonna go to Chicago with Abe, Louis, Matt, and whoever else tomorrow before I die of this awful disease. Kbye.

(78) Oh this [was] Ladies Night

Tonight was good. I hung out with Kara and Lindsay, the trio united! Sorry boys, but I missed my girlies ;(

We went over the Ashbary and had coffee and conversation. It was nice, but poor Lindsay is under lots of freshman stress. Its alright though, she'll be fine oh fine.


Last night, I had a dream I sang this song at the AASA fashion show:

Atomic Kitten, Ladies Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C61tc1L8R4U

Upon seeing the video, it reminds me A LOT of this KPop video I used to watch when I was 15 (though mine is way less inappropriately sexualized, because I'm nice).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XrnhhmTN9E
Or you can just zip to 2:15 when Korean Ishiyama-sensei jumps into the scene and starts showing off his moves.

Just sayin'.

Anyway, I always wished that I could be a good singer. Not to be famous or anything, but just to sound awesome and to be a show off.

So concludes my lamest post ever.

(77) Le Sigh

We tried very hard, but we couldn't get my computer fixed. Kyle came over after all, so I ended up not trying to fix it by myself, which is good because I wouldn't have gotten anywhere anyway.

I, we, just don't know whats wrong! Its so frustrating. I was really looking forward to having a nice clean slate again, and we even called Dell. Since my warranty is expired, it would have cost me $5.99 per minute to speak with a technician. I guess I may as well buy a new computer if the problem can't seem to be fixed, but I don't want to buy a new computer! For a three year old laptop, its in pretty good condition.... it just needs to be rebooted!!

Maybe I'm missing the disk. But I don't know why it wouldn't have been in the box with the rest of the discs. If it is scattered among my packed-up things in the crawlspace, hopefully I come across it soon >,<

We did what we could, which is just defragmenting the computer. It should run a little smoother. I really wish I knew what the root of the problem was. Maybe I'll never know.

In other news, today was boring and I ran errands. I went to Prairie State to pick up summer registration forms, and got my eye-doctor records. Exciting, right?

Today was below average. Maybe above. It was kind of exciting trying all these methods to fix my poor widdle Delly-welly, but it didn't work. SOB!!

(76) La La Land

My computer is a panic. Every 10 minutes, a message pops up telling me that I'm out of disc space. Then when I open the message to see how I can free it, there literally is nothing I can do. My hard drive needs to be wiped out! Its time to start over fresh and make my computer happy and smooth again. I was really hoping that I could get help doing this tomorrow, but it looks like I'll be figuring it out for myself.

Today was alright, and I didn't really live up to my goal of trying to have better conversations with my mom. As a matter of fact we sat in the car on my way to grandma's for nearly 10 minutes without saying a word. So much for that idea. My grandma didn't even know I was coming, so she was super happy to see me. We ate tons of delicious greasy fried chicken and ate ice cream, it was good. We talked for awhile and just had a really good visit. Later tonight I went to my dad's house and we watched TV and chilled out. It was also nice.

We went over to the new house beforehand, and it's a disaster zone. The kitchen floors are ripped up and there's plastic and painters tape covering all the doors and walls. The floors are literally covered in some type of soot. Its black, probably really old glue that held the old tiles down, and can be scratched off to reveal the hardwood floors underneath. It looks like mud everywhere. The new floors are being placed on Friday, so until then it's nasty and gross and I don't want to go anywhere near it.

I'm still barely unpacked. I'm doing some laundry, and tomorrow I'm just going to dig out my makeup and just live out of a suitcase for the next few weeks. I'm also going to Hooters tomorrow and ask about the little job opportunity. It'll make for quite the story, that's for sure.

Oh, summer.

(75) Lusting for Fruity Desires. And Family. Odd Mix. But Alright.

I really want some fruit. I didn't have any of my Vita-C today so I'm worried that tomorrow I'm gonna bust out into a hurricane of allergy spells and start snotting all over everything. Great way to start my blog, eh?

Well now that I've lost your attention, lets talk about something nice. Move out was a hassle, even though there were barely any people left at Lafollette, anyway. We ended up losing the elevator key, and if it isn't found or turned in by someone who may have found it and started using it, it's going to cost a whopping $5-$10. That's a drink and a cookie at Starbucks!

My mom and I had dinner at KFC in a small little country town. I liked looking around and noticing people, I don't know why I do that. My mom asked me if my eyes have been bothering me as of lately, and told me that my eyes (as in the pupil and iris part) don't look centered. She wants me to go to my old eye-doctor, get all my records, and go to a new one and get my eyes looked at. I told her they're probably just because of my allergies, but no harm in double checking.
Luckily, there's an eye doctor clinic right across the street from the new house, and my mom has heard nothing but good things about them. I wear contacts, have glasses, and the whole-nine-yards, so that is a pretty nifty positive about the new place.

That's really all we talked about... and all we ever talk about. School, money, and health. We never have conversations about our lives or make jokes, its like we just have business talk. This wouldn't be a big deal if I was 16 and rebellious and angry, but I'm nearly 21 and still can't manage to make conversation with my mom. My dad is no problem, we talk about anything. But oddly enough, I have pretty equal likes and dislikes to both of my parents, so it's not like there is no conversation with my mom. I guess that's something I really want to work on this summer. My dad is a heckuva lot more social than my mom is (I'm pretty split with that myself, depends on my mood), so I think I ought to be a social butterfly like my dad and go do something social -- with my mom. But like my mummy, we'll do something low-key like go to a restaurant, or maybe even see a movie. I'm sure she'd love to see a movie. And what better day to start this new life's resolution than... tomorrow?

(75) Blanky blank.

Ahhh. To kick back on my bed and relax.... I did lots of packing today, and had a Last Supper with Jon tonight. It was nice, but campus is so empty. It's like a ghost town.

I'm really bummed that we're not moving into the new house right away. I'm really looking forward to it. Its so creepy-country with lots of space. Oh well, I'll be there soon!

I don't really have much to talk about tonight, I guess. I'm looking forward to going to sleep and starting off my big stressful day tomorrow. I hate the drive :(

(74) A Robot is Just a Slutty Slut Machine!

I love unicorns. I always have. Ever since I was little and would go to Lindsay's house to play with My Little Ponies, I've loved unicorns, and even horses.

Unicorns themselves are pretty fascinating creatures. They have the heads and manes of horses, the bodies and legs of deer, the beard of a billy goat, and the tails of lions. Contrary to popular belief, unicorns are not horses. In fact, they only share one common characteristic, which are their hooves. Unlike horses, they do not "speak", thus there's no onomatopoeia of a Unicorn. Nor are they social beings, and they rarely mate.

But the one thing that distinguishes the horse and the unicorn is, you guessed it, the horn. The horn is the source of its life and the source of its power. Alongside trampling and fierce power against enemies ranging from vicious Harpies to blood thirsty or money hungry humans, the horn is its weapon of defense. The only ones who hold the power to tame a Unicorn are young virgin maidens, and never by man. Unfortunately, this was often used as bait to lure unicorns. Young naked maidens prancing through the forest like little freaks would attract unicorns and lay their heads on the virgins' laps. It was then the hunter would come and capture the unicorn.

Like other creatures, such as mermaids, if a mortal drinks the blood of a Unicorn, immortality is achieved. This bloodthirsty selfishness of mankind has lead to the ultimate demise of Unicorns in the forest. Only the forests with seasons that never change, flowers that always bloom, light rains, and flourishes all year round. These are the forests inhabited by unicorns.

So why they decided to migrate to the South American rainforests?
The world will never know.

(73) Another Fucking School Rant

I can't say that I didn't try to study for Astro, and I can't say that I care anymore. I know its a basic science course and all, but its still above my head. Probably because the teaching methods of the instructor. I've certainly tried, but I can't teach myself all the material from the textbook. That's where you come in, Mr. Astroman. Though it's unfortunate you believe that we should divide into groups everyday and teach it to ourselves while you give us all the answers, it doesn't work and I'm not the only one failing.

I didn't do well on my Japanese final either, but I certainly don't blame myself.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I should blame myself at all for this awful semester. I had terrible teachers. I must say I do have hope for my future with the Journalism department, because my two Journalism teachers were fantastic.

But Astro, Econ, and to my complete dismay, Japanese, have seemingly succeeded in destroying any motivation I've ever had for school. I learned more about science and the universe from a 2 hour documentary on Discovery than a whole semester in Astronomy 100.

Regardless of how religiously the teacher believes that students are the ones who don't care, its the teacher who has the biggest impact on grades. On two occasions, I've had mass emails sent out to me that encourage students to drop the class if they're failing. I guess its a good thing and a bad thing, bit when multiple students claim to have sent emails asking for help with no response, it sure goes to show who the careless one is. Other times, that help is nothing more than a lecture about all your weaknesses.
I've never been so uptight about school before, and I hate talking about it so much. But I'm on the edge of failing two of my core-classes, and as for the rest I've so far scored straight C's. I've never done this poorly before, especially since my mom so proud of me for doing well at Prairie State when I was getting over 3.0 GPA for two semesters; hell, she even gave me money! And even though I love hating on P. State, the truth is, the work wasn't that much different than here. That's what driving me crazy, I was doing so well last time, and now I'm doing terrible.

I managed to squeeze an appointment in with my adviser tomorrow, which I will kill myself if I miss somehow. So far he seems to be unhelpful, but I'll see what I can get out of him to try and lift all this weight off of me. I need some serious guidance.

(72) this is a sober-drunk post.

I guess taking that shift wasn't such a good idea after all. I am exhausted. My head hurts and I feel both hot and cold. I haven't really eaten yet, but I'm not very hungry. And I still need to study Japanese. My biggest problem is that my adviser appointment was yesterday, and I thought it was tomorrow. I had some really serious issues to talk about with him, so now I'm fucked. This is the third time I've missed an appointment. So I hope the frantic email I sent him will still be taken seriously.

College isn't even hard. Its all these little things that keep happening that are driving me crazy. I have to retry the LUPE exam on Thursday, and if I don't pass then that's it. The test isn't even fair; there are MULTIPLE ways to answer each of the questions. You just have to guess which one the writer is mostly likely to pick, and with so many incomplete and chopped up sentence, its nearly impossible to figure out the writer's style.

I slept in late today, until around 1, and I'm already ready for bed. And it's 9:30. I've been awake for only 8 hours. I want to wake up early and study for Japanese, but I doubt I'd have the energy to pull myself out of bed to do so. But if I can wake up by 11, shower and stuffz and leave my room at 11:30, go have yummy coffee at the Atrium, then that's a good two hours to study. I think I'll do that, I'll be rested, eating good food, and studying.

It's time to be a responsible adult.
Even though I'm proclaiming my procrastination plan to everyone.

(71) Mystified Island

I woke up to the sound of a buzzing lawnmower that wouldn't get the fuck away. That was at noon, but I managed to ignore it until 2:00 when I jumped out of bed finally feeling rested. I went to bed at around 4 last night after watching a terrifying episode of Untold Stories of the ER. I don't know why, but I'm really into that kind of [true] scary stuff, even if it does sometimes contain graphic images I'm not too fond of. Not to mention keep me up at night and plague my mind with terror the following day.
I guess the show was pretty boring and nothing short of what the average Joe and Jane would think of when picturing an ER, but what kept me watching was this patient who stalled away in the cargo of a jet plane for 11 hours.
I remember watching an episode of Spike TV's 1000 Ways to Die (it's my guilty pleasure!), and one of the segments featured what would happen in this exact situation. Here's the segment if anyone's interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoelZZrHMs

So how this man managed to survive 11 hours at under -80 degrees was mind-blowing, especially to the doctors. Unlike the rated G 1000 Ways to Die version, upon landing and the staff discovering the body, he looked burned; As though he was pulled out of a fire and had been covered in soot. His feet and hands were disfigured and clasped together, and the "burned" skin seemed to have been peeling away piece by piece. Even though it was a re-enactment, I was glued to the scene wondering how they were going to help this man escape the brink of death, and wondering how in the world he survived! It even showed some live footage of the actual patient when he was on the ER table. Terrifying!!
Fortunately, they managed to save him. But sadly, he was an illegal immigrant trying to smuggle himself into the country and, well... once he healed, he was deported :/

For brunch I headed to the Atrium and got a cup of hot delicious coffee, a PB&J sandwich, a banana, and a bright, sexy, juicy orange. I sat for awhile and chilled out until I went to Woodworth and changed my work schedule for this week. I managed to score two shifts for tomorrow instead, so be working about 6 hours tomorrow. I get an hour in between the shifts for lunch and to relax, plus another 15 minute break during my second shift. Not so bad. It just barely covers what I usually work on weekdays (I know, I know-- pathetic, but its just pocket money), so luckily my paycheck won't have too much of a chunk missing. I then sat down and read my book for about an hour, and headed back. Went to dinner with Kyle with surprise guest appearance by Alex, and we had flashbacks of elementary school Pizza Days with the blah-quality pizza served at The Retreat.

Kyle and I hung out and watched Animal Planet afterward, and then he left and I cut my bangs. I like to think I'm getting pretty good at, though whenever I cut them and then go to a salon, the stylist always seems to ask "So do you cut your bangs yourself?". They never say whether or not I do a good or bad job, but they can always tell.

(70) Coffee Drinkers, Unite!

Well, I had a blog post a moment ago, until my computer decided to freeze. Basically, coffee is good. Starbucks is bad.

If its not a brewed cup of coffee consisting of burned espresso or coffee beans, then its a fancy whipped cream, caramel, mocha, vanilla frappe-or-latte beverage with a taste similar to biting into a lemon. Anyone I know who feels that the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup has a similar position as I do to the Starbucks epidemic. Luckily, the economic downfall has destroyed well over 500 USA locations carrying the infectious beverages, thus its become less of an issue.

You may be wondering why I compared the coffee-inspired beverages to a lemon when, well, clearly it's quite the opposite. Whenever I take a sip of a mocha or any other expensive drink, my eyes squint. I instinctively hold the drink away from me as to say "Someone, take it!", and then take a faint gasp for air after finally finishing the sip. The overwhelming amount of sugar coated onto the barely recognizable amount of espresso and milk is astounding. As a coffee drinker, I cannot call it coffee.

Yet, this is what coffee has become. My beloved morning pick-me-up has become a tainted status symbol coated with pretty colors and "blended to perfection". Only when I specifically ask the barista to only use 1/4 of the normal amount of sweeteners can I recogize the bittersweet taste of coffee and alas, I reach a soothing median.
Except, I just paid full price for it.

I loved working at The Coffee Beanery and there need to be more places like it. I was hoping to work there over winter/summer breaks, but it looks like some of the rules have gotten completley out of hand, and everyone I worked with is actually planning on quitting. I've heard nothing but terrible things, so it looks I'll never be stepping into the funnest job I've ever had, even if it did mean khaki pants and the dorkiest visor you've ever seen.

Where have all the good mom and pop shops gone?
One of my favorites, The Ashbary, is going under. Its a family owned business and isn't afraid to declare it to the world. Its the type of shop that has signs that say "The customer is NOT always right!" and "We don't serve Frappacinos here." Sure it sounds unfriendly and pretty damn unprofessional, but the customers always came back. Its one of the only places I've known that has open mic nights, poetry readings, bands, tons of young people to meet and hang out with until 1AM, couches, shevles full of books to read, board games like Risk, Clue, and other geeky Sci-fi things, and even a TV with a Super Nintento. Oh, and the coffee was fantastic. Cheap, too.

I remember summers with Kara and Lindsay and the Ashbary. Where will we go now? Certainly not Starbucks. Looks like we'll have to continue our never ending search for the perfect coffee shop. Until next time.... tata.

(69) Sexual Fruit Fantasies

My lust for you is as beautiful as the wind, with flowers dancing and . It is greener than the grasses of the mountains blessed with morning dew. But I know I will never have you. I wish you could come to me. But alas, I am the one who must always reach for you.

You are something I ought to to so dearly, but I cannot bring myself to indulge in you. You're an awful spirit. A terrible troll that won't leave me be. When I see you, you're laced with a crust so tough that nothing and no one can touch your seeds of wonder. How can I love you when you won't show yourself to me? I crave the effect you take over my body, but the journey I endure to reach you is too long and too rough to be wandered so often. You're embraced by a shield that cannot be penetrated, not even with the lustful love I'd give to you. Yet everyone has you-- everyone but me. Will you ever be as fruitful and good to me as you are to everyone else?

Without you, I'm weak. With you, I feel pain and my heart aches. I am sick and my soul longs for your healing, but when the feeling comes over me its already too late. Your sweet soul becomes tasteless, your skin becomes rotten. If one day you could love me, won't we reach peace?

Alas, my love.What ever shall one do to reach the enlightenment I long for?

My love. Sweet Vitamin C.... we can no longer carry this engagement. We must begin our lives again. The days of my childhood when I longed for your sweet embrace have come to an end; I have grown old and you have grown distant. My body is weak and I face my fate sooner than I have planned. I will be born again, I will renew my health, and I will take you again. I will never let you go. I will leave my lover, Coffee, and I will wake up to you everyday. Upon the return of my health, you shall be my savior.

Alas..... I anxiously await you.... Vitamin C.

(68) Double Up

So apparently we've been doing the 90 in 90 the hardcore way. If you skip a night, you don't have to start over; you just have t0 make two the next day.

So I'm still in the running!! As usual.

Abe's party last night was a lot of fun. It was..... surprising, because I wasn't aware of the theme. But it was interesting and fun nonetheless. Scrabble was good, but I think Leo is one of those people that you can't really play scrabble with. Like my Uncle Mark.

I wish I could've stayed longer that night, but the allergies that I thought were gone seem to have come back to haunt me, and they were acting up pretty badly, plus I had quite a headache.

But there's Late Night tonight and its gonna suck, but thats okay because it will kill some time!

I don't know what else to write about, except that I'm still feeling sickly. Blargh.

See you later tonight~!

(68) Lets Do the Time Warp Again

I went through a time warp today. I don't know if it had anything to do with the fact that I woke up an hour earlier than usual, didn't exactly have J104 today (just dropped of my magazine spread and left), and thus was given an extra hour of free time during my break between classes and it confused me.

So here's the deal.

I rushed back to my room at 11:20 to grab the materials I needed to finish my media matrix project for journalism 101. I worked on it for about an 45 minutes to an hour.
So, around 12:00-12:15, I put on some makeup and brushed my hair.
at 12:30, I studied for my journalism 101 test for about an hour.
at 1:30, I left my room for Japanese at North Quad.
At 1:00, I arrived at NQ, walked into Tei's other class and was utterly confused as he laughed at me and I realized that everyone sitting down and looking at me... weren't my classmates.

I don't know if I was reading my clock wrong all morning, but I swear I left my room at 1:30 or 1:40, and somehow skipped back in time. I was busy all morning after I left J104, and couldn't possibly finished everything I did in just an hour.

In other news, I'm still angry. I'm mad at everyone and angry that I've been so busy. I've never understood the phrase "I need a drink!" until now.
I've been reading Jessica Valenti's book Full Frontal Feminism, and I'm not sure if I like it. It's more sarcastic than informative (though it is full of great info) but the mood is entirely too "FUCK YOU", which should suit me fantastically right about now, but it doesn't. Idk I'll keep reading.

I'm looking forward to Abe's BBQ tomorrow. NO HOMEWORK @ BBQ PARTIESSSSS

(67) "All I know, is that I know Nothing"

I hate politics. Everything about the political system upsets me one way or another. Other times it makes me pretty happy when there's some positive progress, which seems to be pretty rare. But if there's one thing most of all that I find to be gut-wrentchingly painful is hearing people talk about politics; specifically, their personal point of view.

I'll admit I don't know a damn about politics. And I've said this before. I'll read the headlining stories, but getting into all the background information is just short of exhausting. The worst part is that I never know what to believe. If one reads Republican-targeted news on politics, then you're mostly going to hear the Republican party's point of view on things. If you read Democrat material, then you're gonna be swayed to the democrat side just as easily. Where's the median?
There isn't one, because you have to pick a side. Both sides think they're right, and are equally capable of releasing either painfully flawed or shockingly credible information.

I want to say I don't know much about politics because I don't care about politics. But ignorance is definitely not bliss, especially since the big picture is composed of details. Which like I said, are exhausting and can be just as open to interpretation (specifically, a good move or a bad one) as any detailed artwork.
Art and politics, that's a pretty interesting way to look at things I guess. But debating about whether or not Obama is doing a good job is nothing but a never-ending circle based on opinions.

Everywhere I go there's something anti-Obama. Sure, freedom of speech is great but vandalizing your opinions on private property for everyone to see is a little extreme. Facebook is filled with stupid groups and everyone's got their opinions about the "facts" they've heard and read about. Maybe I really am just stupid but I have a hard time believing half the terrible things I've heard. Hands down my biggest peeve is the Hitler reference. Anything involving a Hitler reference pisses me off. Its a weak argument and the trend of using Adolf Hitler's name to describe anything terrible is nothing short of antisemitism alone, in my personal opinion. I for one would never make such a reference about someone I hated in front of a Jewish friend or coworker, would you?

Ugh. I'm already exhausted and I've barely even said anything.

(66) Tummy Yummy

Sigh. Either I didn't get any of the classes I registered in for Fall, or I didn't register correctly. I just don't know how this online system works when it comes to getting things in order. I swear I double checked a million times to make sure I had and submitted the perfect course request, and naturally it's wrong and now I have to pay the consequences. Doesn't Ball State realize that its flawed course request system might be a little easier for students if they came up with some sort of navigation tool, like, I don't know, a TUTORIAL?
I have to see my adviser this Wednesday anyway, so hopefully we'll be able to fix it.

Well I'm in the lab right now finishing up my magazine project and starting up my Media Matrix assignment. I'm putting all my effort into my Journalism classes right now because I swear it's the only thing I'm good at this semester.

I ate dinner by myself at Woodworth and it was really nice. It also helped that they served BBQ chicken. I feel like I'm going through a whimsical bipolar craze right now and that if I had anyone to talk to all I'd end up doing is whining and complaining anyway. I can't even pinpoint exactly what it is that's bothering me, but one thing that I do know is that some pretty important tests are coming right around the corner. Tests and me aren't too cool o' buddies.

Why don't I talk about something nice now?

How about Sushi. Thats what my magazine topic is. I had a nice idea of what I wanted to do, but I asked a question on how to do something on InDesign, and naturally the instructor went on a big critique rush and changed everything around. I guess it's okay right now, but I'm stretching to lines of the title across two pages, so I'm trying to figure out how it can still be legible if there's going to be a bind right in the middle of the two pages.

Apparently we're in some sort of contest where the winner will have their design published in an actual magazine. So I'm pretty bent up about this being as close to perfect as possible. We'll see how I do!

(65) Successful Mission

Well, the fashion show was a success after all. I am so happy it's over!

For the longest time I told myself that all the work and the stress wasn't worth it, but the ending result has changed my mind completely. I feel like all the work and the stress; the blood, sweat, and tears, is what made it such a good show.

Everyone was able to change outfits in perfect timing. Tashina, Alana, and myself seemed to be hustlin' quite a bit throughout the show. I hate to sound vain, but I'm pretty impressed that I was able to switch outfits so quickly, sometimes in a matter of 10-15 seconds. I once literally ran right up to the front of the line within 2 seconds of my cue to walk. Moving on!

On a lesser note, I look forward to helping out again, hopefully next year. Next time around, we'll have a much, much better idea of what a fashion show consists of and how it works behind the scenes. I can't even begin to imagine what would have happened if Chris' expertise hadn't intervened to help us.

So I'm glad I helped, I'm glad I modeled, and I'm glad it was a success. And I'm glad it's over.

Now lets talk about the things I'm not very happy about in my life.
Staying up late last night and getting less than 5 hours of sleep did exactly what I knew it was going to do -- fuck up my daily routine. I purposely skipped Astro, but I set my alarm to go off at 9:30AM for work at 10. It did, but I hit "off" instead of snooze and slept in until 10:40. I jumped out of bed, only to realize how exhausted I still was, so I looked around the room and decided to just go back to bed. Strike II on my awful "no call, no show" count.
I'm sure this can get me fired, no questions asked. No excuses to make either. But the office at Woodworth has a tendency to be complete push-overs when it comes to student workers. I'm hoping some good reasoning and my acting skills will be convincing enough to keep the job I totally don't deserve anymore.

(64) For Tomorrow, We Shall Die

Tomorrow will be the death of me. I'm not even going to consider going to Astro, and I wish I could call off work but my "sick" days are over. I literally plan to roll out of bed tomorrow, go to work, go to Econ, go to Japanese, and come home to get myself ready for fashion show. I planned to get there by about 3:30, but I need to sleep in as much as I can so I at least have some energy left for the runway.

In case most of you haven't noticed, I'm pretty focused on keeping myself healthy. I sure like to think that I don't fall into the "health freak" category, but besides food and activities, getting enough sleep is right in my list.
Sleep is one of the things that people like to argue with me about. When I tell someone I'm tired and that I want to go home, or that I want to leave at a certain hour so that I can go home to bed, people seem to receive it as though it were a lame excuse. But it's not, because I value my sleep. It's my energy. It's the difference between waking and up or having to force myself awake in the morning, and it's typically the line between my happiness and my sadness. Hell, it's even my beauty sleep. Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people that can pull off 4-6 hours per night and be perfectly fine, but I can't. I just don't seem to function at my best if I have less than 7 hours. And if I do skid right under that seven hours, I don't wake up a happy lady, and even with plenty of coffee and energetic food, the groggy and unhappy feeling makes sure to follow me all day long.

Now I'll admit that I'm usually pretty energetic for no reason at night time and I usually don't quite make that 8 hour goal. But even with this slight irresponsibility of staying up past my bed time, I still plan for at least 8 hours everyday. If I'm going out at night and I have to wake up for class at 8AM, I will be home by at least 12. If I have class at 11AM, then I'll be home by 2 AM.

Which brings me to tonight's dilemma. It's almost 4AM and I'd be waking up for class in 4 hours. I'm skipping class, and that barely even gives me 5 1/2 hours to sleep tonight. No time for naps, either. I'd skip econ, but if I want to score a C for my final grade, my ditch days are already over. I'd totally skip Japanese, but it's our last class with Hara-sensei and we're giving her a "Thank You" card, so I kinda gotta be there.

Well, I sure hope the coffee will be fresh.

(63) Indie Kids in Indie Places

I'm not an indie kid. But I bought indie kid clothes today at H&M! Its a plaid shirt that goes all the way to just above my knees, and its super loose fitting. Either like Japanese fashion or indie kid fashion. I am not sure. Either way, I put a belt around the waist and made it super stylish. And it was $10.

I love H&M. It rocks. Almost everything there is my style, and it's super affordable. That's the one thing I think I liked most about Indianapolis.... unfortunately.
Anyone know that big fountain? Well for some reason or another the moment I got to the top of the stairs, my mind warped into video-game mode. I'm not even that big of a gamer, but with the overwhelming sound (effects?) and random people standing around everywhere and aimlessly wandering, and this big symbolic statue at the center of the scene, for some reason this little "bing" went off in my head and I felt like there was a clue, or some type of mission I needed to take care of. Bizarre and unexplainable, yes. But Indianapolis' fountain reminded me of a video game scene.

Moving on. Lots of restaurants! and Nick and I had Japanese food for lunch. A bento box cost me over $20, and all I had was a water with it. Kind of a rip off, but at least it was something.

We did lots of walking. It was pretty windy, too. Are all cities like that? I always assumed it was just Chicago had the reputation, but I guess not.
Indianapolis was pretty cool, I can't say I was disappointed, but it seemed like it wasn't a good day to go. It was cool, yet humid, and there was no sun and it was unusually calm for a place with such a high population. There didn't seem to be any special events or anything going on either, so we didn't know what to do or where to go first.

I will say I'd like to go again, maybe in summer time and check it out a little further :)

(62) Carnival

So the carnival was fun! Nick came down from Chicago from a tremendously epic adventure that took him 6 hours. Poor Nick ;(

Anyway, we went to Sunshine Cafe and ate tons of food. Good food, and then we had coffee. Afterwards, we took a quick tour of the Muncie area and then headed back to campus for the carnival! I was actually really impressed. Everything was set up very nicely and there were a lot of rides. I had fun. I won't be able to go tomorrow because we'll be touring Indianapolis for most of the afternoon. So it was good. Hopefully next year the weather will be a little bit more cooperative, but a few April showers and chilly weather couldn't stop us from having a good time ;p

Well I'm pretty tired since I've been up since 8AM today. Can't wait for Indie tomorrow!

Short blog, but the rest of the day was so boring I don't even know what else to add.

(61) Pregnancy Woes

I'm craving unusual things. Like mini bagels. Cookies. Rice crackers. Pudding. Pocky. Trail Mix. Granola bars. Peanut butter right from the jar. Ramen noodles. Goldfish. I want all of it.
Well, my imaginary baby and I are gonna be happy because my mom sent all of the above in a GIANT care package she made for me. When I got the care package slip in my mailbox, I was expecting the lame ones that the school makes, but my mom gave me one will tons of [my] personality. Japanese snacks and squirrel foods galore!

Also, today I was on a weird emotional kick. I was sad for awhile today for no reason, and then happy later. At around 7 this evening I was completely void of energy, and I felt pretty sluggish and lifeless. So I came off as pretty sad, and I suppose I would. Who wants to feel that way during such a beautiful day? After I ate dinner, I suddenly had all my energy back and got really happy.
I even had a few spurts of anger, especially in Japanese when I yelled at Tei-sensei for not grading my entire quiz, which got me a 7/10, and once I called him out on it in front of everyone I magically got a 9. Weeee~
I've been seeing more and more little kids running around lately, and I think I want to give my kids really unique names. I don't want to be like my parents who scored an F on the facebook name-originality quiz, I want to have an A+.
Little Aeris (yeah, from Final Fantasy), Demitri, and all the other little brats will have neat names.

For those of you who are wondering whether or not I'm actually preggo, I'm not, nor do I plan to become preg anytime within the next 10 years. I'm one of the 3 of 4 teenage girls who isn't Preggo Mc'Pregnantz, or whatever sad statistic that is. Today however, it just seems I fit into the stereotypical pregnant lady category.

(60) Headache, and My Inablility to Take Tests Strikes Again

The time has come again where I experience yet another headache. When will they ever end? It seems like I can't go a week, or even a few days, without getting a headache one way or another. For awhile it was caffeine withdrawal, and when I read the label on all the best pain killer medicines for headaches, they always warn not to drink coffee because the pills are loaded with caffeine. I set myself up for pain and suffering the day I became an adult and had my first cup of coffee. I'll never see those gloomy days of glee and natural energy again. Coffee has consumed me.

On a lighter note, I failed the LUPE by 2% again. I'm pissed. And I don't know what to do because I have one more chance to pass and if I can't do it then I don't know whats going to happen to my schedule. Will it get dropped completely? Should I transfer schools? Maybe I really should just work at Hooters for the rest of my life, this school thing is totally kicking my ass.
I'm not serious about transferring and working at Hooters for the rest of my life, but I'm just in disbelief that this test is trying to tell me I'm a bad writer and I'm incompetent when trying to speak English. This exact same thing happened at my last school at Prairie State. I was given a placement exam for english, and it was an awful test filled with run-on sentences, atrocious grammar, fill-in-the-blanks-with-the-appropriate-word (aka fill in the blank with the word that the writer is most likely to use, since anyone who actually has their own personal writing style is obviously INCOMPETENT), and I failed it just like the LUPE. So I almost had to face the fate of being thrown into a high school level English class that didn't even count for credit, so I had to write an essay as my "second chance". The essay was A+ work and I rightfully gained access to the college level English 101.
Oh, and I aced that course, too.

Why can't I write an essay for this LUPE nonsense instead!? I hate tests of all kinds, even ones like this that I should be passing. I swear there's no way I got more than maybe 5 wrong on the lupe, but I've failed twice.

In other news, I missed David Choi. I'm 100% unfamiliar with his work, so I can honestly say I don't feel like I'm at a huge loss. I had to go to a PIR and it was actually pretty interesting. I liked it.

Also, my first class is canceled tomorrow so I get to sleep in, big time.

I'm eating M&M's.

(59) In bed.

I was in bed. Cuddled up all cozy and ready to sleep. Until I realised "Ohhhhhhhh.... Astro homework due tomorrow.". And then, "OOOOOH BLOG!".

So it looks like I'll be up for awhile. Hopefully the homework is easy, but I'm so sleepy :(

I've been trying to download my homework assignment for over 3 minutes now. My computer needs a very serious reboot. Everything about my computer is slow and so full of wrongful sad distress.

So concludes another half-assed blog. G'NIGHT.

(58) Kick Ass Girls

Kyle asked me the million dollar question today that I could barely answer without a million things running through my mind all at once. What would make girls more likely to buy and become apart of the video game culture?
Girls, like guys, are very broad in their interests and hobbies. So there's no direct answer, but I must say I've got a few tips for the men on the video game boards.

Step One: Female leads. Not sidekicks, not dainty bimbo girls, leaders. Don't make the leaders 100% rough and tough like Samus Aron or Lara Croft. Give 'em their own personalities, show some quick backgrounds on their lives as the story develops, maybe give her a boyfriend or romantic interest. Make the gamer like her. But she's still gotta have that rough side too to make her appear strong and independent from the male characters... All while keeping in touch with her feminine side, too ;p
Step One 1/2: Kyle says he read that girls seem to be into customization, which I can personally vouch for. New outfits as the game progresses, or choosing their makeup, hairstyles, and other girly things?

Step Two: In depth story-lines. Make this video game a [highly] interactive story. Initiate character developments, have them establish relationships with other characters, especially their party members. Maybe let them display dramatic emotions when faced with different situations (I.E, full forced adrenaline when faced with the enemy, or sorrow and tears when a comrade/partner/party member/significant character dies or something). Keep the gamer coming back for more-- consistently wondering "What's going to happen to my characters next, and where is this video game world taking me?".

Step Three: Don't lighten it up. Make this story action packed, but filled with step two (that being story). Once the gamer thinks the game is coming to a close, there's a new obstacle or new puzzle standing in the way.

Step Four: As for advertising, sadly, the box, posters, commercials, and all other inquiries must be feminized-- while still emphasizing the girl power aspect of the game. I hate to promote something of the "Pink will sell to girls!" nature, but its probably the only thing that will get the attention it needs. Combined with all the monotone and darkly colored boxes on the shelves of a game store, I'm sure it would stand out in the 360 or PS3 section. Maybe not the Wii though.
Anyway, a bright pink box with some tough, not scantily clad, but fashionably dressed girls on the front with some weapons and makeup on will probably catch the girlfriend's attention while her boyfriend wanders around in Game Stop.
Maybe a blatantly obvious, half funny and half obnoxious tag-line on the back with something along the lines of "This isn't your boyfriend's shooter game" could work.

I guess these are completely basic tips, but then again.... girls games don't need to be an entirely different genre just to fit in with the boys' toys. The problem that would create would be a fine line between "boys games" and "girls games". And we don't want that. We want girls playing Left 4 Dead and Call of Duty. And boys can play the new-wave female lead games too ;p

The best idea I would have as a starter for a girl's gaming revolution is to make something like The World Ends With You. It has fashion, music in the background, a relatively decent storyline, and some pretty good action. I wasn't too impressed with the graphics and especially how the storyline literally repeated itself once you were done with part one, but the whole gist of the game surely would've appealed to more girls who weren't as familiar with games if it was done correctly.
Because of the fashion theme, I'm sure it appealed to girls who were already gamers, but the male lead and the flashy clothes and skeletal figure of Shiki, and Neku too, weren't appreciated too much. Not to mention she ends up in trouble and must depend on the boys coming to her rescue.

Well, I would post an idea of a game I'd make but it sounded totally ridiculous. I'd literally have to write up a script for it to make sense to someone ;p
Basically, high school graduation trip! Plane crash! But don't worry, everyone survives. The crew and everyone is being stupid, so four rebellious-in-nature teen girl friends wander off and hitch hike to the nearest city leaving everyone behind! But they've entered a nightmare world where parasites or contaminated jelly beans or something terrible has affected the town! Rawrrrr defeat the evillllllll. Depend on the use of weapons and magic or some shit to prepare for the battles against towns people and incoming parasites or jelly beans.
But this won't be a shooter game. Something more adventurous like Zelda Ocarina of Time where you travel to different worlds and meet all kinds of people.

This almost makes me want to switch to video game development to see if I could pull it off.

(57) Oh what to write about...

I'm really cold. Its been freezing in my room ever since last night. Probably because the window was open all of Friday and Saturday. My hands are cold and I can barely type :/

My roommate just got back and we split an orange!
It was delicious~!

I love fruit. Fruit just makes me so happy. I love fruit salads, fruity parfaits, fruit drinks (granted they're not loaded with sugar) and fruit fruit fruit! Its so sweet and not to mention pretty healthy. Loaded with tons of vitamins and even some antioxidants, there's no way you can go wrong with fruit.
But, it does have natural sugar... So, but eating too much fruit, can one get cavities?

(56) Finland; My Finnish Boyfriends (Sorry Kyle...)

Well I was expecting to have to start over tonight, but.... Kyle included me in his post, so I'm still in the run! As they say in Swedish, RWARR HAHAHAHHA!!!

So the concert was badass. One of the best metal concerts I've been to by far, and the lineup was great. It was all Finnish bands, too! Except for the opening band, they were from Chicago and they weren't really that great anyway.

So it was Swallow the Sun, Moonsorrow, and Finntroll -- all of which were superb. I guess I don't need to worry about my health anymore, I danced the whole night away and it was greeeeat.

The first two bands I had never heard before, and I must say they were pretty great. Actually, I take that back. I've heard Swallow the Sun before, but I just didn't know their name.

Swallow the Sun has a very melodic and tranquil sound which is ironic considering its metal. Great show, it also helped that the keyboardist was a fox (sorry Kyle).

Moonsorrow was ADHD positive. The guitarist was flippin' nuts and couldn't keep still for more than a minute. He was jumping and running all over the stage while playing guitar, would run up the mic just in the nick of time and do background vocals, and was swingin' his long hair all over the place. The singer was doing it too. I looked them up and apparently they're cousins, so I guess their insanity runs in the family. Anyway the melodies were great, and they put on a fantastic show.

And as usual, Finntroll was fantastic, and my two boyfriends did a great job as usual (the vocalist and guitarist). This was my third time seeing Finntroll, and every time I go I seem to forget how much I love them. What really pissed me off during their set was the crowd. They literally stole the spotlight. Sure crowd surfing is great and all, but to constantly throw people up on the stage while the band is performing? I don't think so.

The first one to crowd surf was a girl, and don't get me wrong, but.... Well she certainly wasn't the lightest person to pass around. Anyway, when she got to the front, no one knew what to do or where to pass her so she wound up getting tossed onto stage. Finntroll didn't mind, they actually welcomed her and let her have her 10 seconds of fame and then kicked her back out. Well, since she got attention from Finntroll and was welcomed onto stage, suddenly everyone wanted to surf onto stage.

I lost count of how many people got on the stage. It was unbelievably annoying. I wanted to see FINNTROLL-- not drunk bastards.

Kara, Brent, Nick, and myself were in front row. Sometimes I'd actually get hit with Vreth's hair. There was even a moment where Skrymer walked past him and his hair got caught on the tuning-knob-things on his guitar.

It was a first to be in the front row, but we constantly had to watch out backs for the people surfing behind us (most of them still were not the lightest people, nor the soberest). Someone fell on Kara and she hit her head on the monitor, and then someone fell on me too, and later I got kicked pretty hard right in the face. I was sure it was going to leave a bruise, but it didn't.

Call me crazy, but I almost wanted a bruise. I didn't want to spend any money on merch, so coming back with a bruise totally would've made up for it.

After the show, I saw the keyboardist from Swallow the Sun standing around in the crowd. I walked past him, realized who it was (the fox), and just stared right at him. He moved his lips to say "hello", and I smiled and said hello back. I was about ready to walk away until Nick went straight up to him, shook his hand and started a conversation. Nick is also a keyboardist in the band, so it had to have been a musician's thing ;p

So I started talking to him too, and he was sooooo nice. Really cool guy. Kara came up not too long after and asked me who he was, and I accidentally said he was the keyboardist from Moonsorrow.... because I thought he was.... Guess I got the band members mixed up. Oops. Well I know he heard me, but hopefully his English wasn't good enough to understand the terrible mistake I made. Even so, he kept talking to us and said he was glad to meet me (and likewise, Mr. Fox!), so I'm sure he didn't mind. He also apologized about the show, because one of the amps blew out and one of the guitarists missed a whole song. It wasn't a big deal because the music was so loud in the first place ;p

I've decided to make him my boyfriend, too (Er, sorry Kyle...).

So that leaves me with finally seeing my two boyfriends after so, so long, and meeting a new one. Last time I saw Vreth (Finntroll singer) was on August 30th of '08 and we celebrated our birthdays together. And Skrymer (guitar man) has really awkward eyes. They remind me of Megan Fox's eyes, which I hate, but I love his!! He is my soul.

Also, I finally got to shake BOTH their hands as they left stage after their encore. And I shook the hand of my new boyfriend Aleksi and had a wonderfully flirtatious conversation... Well, when I can download some albums and listen to the lovely keyboards, I know we'll be in love for a long time. Sorry, Kyle.

(55) PLANET EARTH~ Mamoritai~

Okay, last health rant-- I swear! Well at least until the time becomes appropriate again.
I've been eating so much junk food. I had two high calorie yet absolutely delicious vanilla cappucino protein drinks, I ate cereal with whole milk, today I had a blizzard from Dairy Queen and right now I'm snacking on candy.
I can't say I'm body conscious because I'm not. But when all these things add up so quickly into two consecutive days I kinda freak a little. So it's time to start a health-kick for this week!

I cannot wait to see Finntroll tomorrow! I love metal concerts, and it looks like there are going to be two other folk-metal bands there, too!

I'm watching Life on Discovery Channel and this episode is about sea creatures. Its pretty cool, but judging from the episodes I've seen so far, the series seems a little quirky for such an expensively created and in depth documentary series. The music is sometimes a little strange and unexpected, like you're watching a Disney movie. Its also voiced by Oprah, so that adds to the quirkiness. Not because Oprah is quirky, we all know she's very intelligent and I'm sure I don't have to go on about her success. But she's narrating it in very plain dialogue. She stresses words like she's telling a story. For example, "the starfish... has met its match..". It seems like its much more of an innocently crafted series, even with all mating going on left-and-right. I could see this as the perfect visual that teachers would show in their elementary school classrooms for science, with the kids "oooh-ing" and "ahh-ing" the whole way through.
Now I'm not hating on this series, after all I'm watching it on TV right now. But lets compare it to Discovery's last Earth series, Planet Earth.

I like Planet Earth a little better. It had much more of a serious, yet completely intriguing mood, that really gave you a shock-factor feeling of all the things that go on so unknowingly throughout nature. It was narrated by Sigourney Weaver and for some reason it felt to me that Mother Nature was speaking to you herself. Along with the amazing footage (very similar, if not the same as Life), it was as though she was guiding you along the Earth on a grand tour, not just telling you about it. It was filled with "drama" if that's what I can call it. Sometimes, animals were given their own personalities and we'd watch them as they carried on throughout their day. Bad things happened to them, good things happened to them. It completely draws the viewer in to keep them wondering "What in the world is this interesting creature and what does it do?".

I think its boiled down to the narration. For those of you who have read my voice-over dream post, this is the perfect example of how a voice can change the mood of an entire series, and how I can't help but notice it the moment the first word is spoken. These two series could essentially be the same, but have become dramatically different to me based solely on the tone of the narrator. Oprah narrates with light, enthusiastic tones, whereas Sigourney Weaver brings drama and uncovers mystery as she guides you through the world.

Narration can be a powerful tool in a documentary. I just saw an ad for an upcoming series called Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking, and well.... I hope he isn't narrating.

(54) Health Problems > Ranting?

I can't wait to start wearing my contacts again. I don't know if its the sun or if my prescription is too strong, but my eyes free stretched. They ache constantly. I think I'll try them tomorrow :)

Well no one has fallen for my "coyote" story about my feet. Probably becauase its farfetched and not even that funny, but I'm just waiting for someone to actually believe me. Basically, I wore a pair of new sandals and the straps were so rough and unbroken-in, that they literally cut into my skin as I walked and have left two extremely deep and noticeable cuts. Ew.

Maybe I should stop talking about my eyeballs and my feet.

I finally got to watch Precious today. Very good movie. I recommend it.

Also, I got my car washed and the interior vacuumed! It looks so nice. All I need now is to tint the windows, I literally got sunburned through my car windows just by driving for 15 minutes today :(
I really do like being "pale", I suppose. There was once a time where I tried to do the whole tanning thing, but it got old fast. I think I actually decided to stop when I started seeing the orange and leather girls walking around. It was either that, or during my senior year, the summer of attempted-tanning, I went to the beach with a friend and we got locked out of the car. While we were standing around waiting for the locksmith, my back got burned really badly because I wasn't wearing enough sunblock. I could barely sleep for days, and I then became a sun-o-phobe.

Some people will try to argue with me that the vitamin D from the sun is extremely healthy, which it is. But all the vitamin D you need is absorbed within 10 minutes. With sunblock. Other than that? No benefits, no deal. Hahahah~

I don't think I'll ever tan. I don't think my skin is even capable of it anymore, I just burn. Its like your skin smoking a cigarette, with the carcinogens and everything. I absolutely love the beach, but I guarantee you I will be the freak on the beach with the umbrella, big-ass sunhat, probably a summer cardigan in case the sunblock fails me, and of course some SPF 50 on the side.

This post was weird. I often find that instead of ranting about my life or my problems, I rant about health-related issues, ones that no one really needs to know about. Have I mentioned how I think I'm one of those paranoid people that always thinks something is wrong? Because I am.

(53) You Can't Expect to Move to Wonder Woman's Island and Not Go Native

Today was awful. Last night I was up until 3AM working on those j103 projects. I had my phone on silent because it was a lab, and I was finally able to creep back into my room without waking Kathi.
Well, my phone serves as my alarm clock, and I never turned it off silent.
Not only did I miss my extremely important advisor's meeting, but I missed class--the one where my projects were supposed to be turned in. I didn't wake up until 1:20PM, by then class was long over and I would be heading off to Japanese.
So I skipped Japanese to de-panic myself, only to come to the conclusion of making a frantic email to Alfredo. Luckily, he told me I can turn in the projects tomorrow. Phew!

As for the adviser's meeting, I'm screwed. I'll try to send him an email, but since course request is over I'm thinking his schedule might be a little less booked than it has been lately. I'll try both methods.

It got better as I went to j101 and aced a test. I don't know what the heck AP style is, so I've been scoring straight C's on all my otherwise fantastic papers. So this should bump up my grade a little, considering the website scores haven't been posted yet.

Then, I met up with Katie and Emily, and we signed the lease to the apartment! I'm pretty excited, it seems like a really good place. We'll be at the Sunreach branch of Silvertree, which seems to have a good reputation around campus. There are lots of good services and a lot of freedom within the living units. Freedom as in no insane rules, no deceitful rules hidden in the lease, they allow PETS (but they cost more, sorry kitties ;_;) and other nice things.

My face feels hot. Time to start breakin' out my sunblock again. 'Tis the season....

(52) Start Kickin' In, Coffee

Well I've been in the Robert Bell computer lab for over 5 hours. Its 1:19 AM and I got here at 8. I have to make 3 projects for j104 (with two down), which is a graphic design course that's a core curriculum for journalism majors. I absolutely love the class, but squeezing in the time for the projects is tough.

I'm at a complete creative block right now. Kyle came over to keep me company and we just had some coffee, and I ate animal crackers because I'm hungry :(
Not sad because I ate, but because I want more food.

Also, today while at Woodworth with friends/fashion crew, I walked in on the most disturbing conversation between two girls working at the comfort zone. Neither girls were overweight, as a matter of fact they were very pretty; but seem to have some offbeat body issues. I walked up to the counter debating whether or not I should get ribs (which I'm thinkin' I shoulda!), and the girl goes on with her conversation to the other telling her that she used to eat 800 calories a day and worked out for a minimum of two hours per day.
Uh, two hours would burn those calories off without a problem. So realistically she was pretty much working out while starving herself. And working out everyday for more than 20 minutes can't possibly be good for you. I'm pretty sure this type of behavior is a n eating disorder thats on the rise lately, called something along the lines of "excersize bulimia", I believe. Its reverse of the typical eating disorder, which is that they have an extremely positive view of their lifestyle. Excersizing is healthy, and it can't possibly be bad for you... Bu then comes the case of over-doing it, which can have terrible effects on the body.

I'd say I don't understand why people think this way, but its an eating disorder so I can't blame those who are suffering from it. A lot of times I worry about my friend Chelsea, who, at least for a time being, was walking on a thin line of trying to keep herself healthy and falling into this eating disorder. I would walk into the room and find her doing situps and other nonsensical things right before we would go out. Literally, we couldn't leave until she did crunches for at least (x) number of reps... Does this sound healthy?
No.

I tried to explain this to her once, and that I was worried about her, but of course "There's no way keeping myself in shape is unhealthy!". I think eventually she came to realise that she was being excessive, so as far as I know she's alright now.

Well I think I oughta gather some more information on this before I go any further, and I really oughta finish this last poster... which I still have no ideas for.

(51) Take my Revolution

Anime music is undoubtedly one of my biggest guilty pleasures. Right now my secret playlist is featuring Revolutionary Girl Utena's Rinbun Revolution, something about saving damsels, ribbons, staring revolutions, giggling, and naked chicks. Its awesome.

I used to really want to be a voice-over for anime, and I still think it would be a lot of fun. I'd probably be the best one out there (the vanity continues! 51, 51, 51!!!), only because it seems like American actors don't put enough effort into the craft, which why I typically screw dubs anyway and go straight for the Japanese version. Plus picking up on the language helps ;p
If I could be a voice-over, I would totally go all out in my work. How fun would it be!? Whenever I watch an animated movie, tv show, or commercial, the first thing I notice is the voice. Does it match? Does it sync with the lip movements? Is the tone matching the mood of the message being delivered?
Its even got down to the point where I seriously watch the credits and try to familiarize myself with some of the actors' names and the voices they played. I always find myself stopping to listen to the voice when I hear the voice actor for cartoons or anime-- I'm trying to recognize the voice, the actor or actresses name, and if/where I've heard their work before.
I don't know why I do this; maybe because I've secretly wanted to hold a voice-over job since I was... well, around 13. Around the time I started getting into Japanese, and anime, and around the time I was basically just awkward.
Sometimes when I do recognize the voice, I actually get excited. Especially when I hear voices from my favorite cartoons or anime doing commercials or other good shows. Usually, I'll even point out/ask "Is that the voice of ____!??" and I get really giddy.
Does everyone do this? Or is it just me?

My absolute favorite dubbed anime is Slayers. Every voice matches perfectly to the character's personality, and they sync with the animations, to boot. A lot of times, I prefer to watch in English because it flows so naturally.... which almost makes me feel bad, because Lina Inverse is voiced by Megumi Hayashibara in Japanese. She is my favorite voice over, not to mention an awesome singer. I've idolized her since I was 13 and awkward, and always wanted to be sound just like her (lol).

I must say that deep down its still a dream of mine to be a voice-over, but I'm sure its going to stay that way. Its a little too far-fetched to chase after now. To land the best jobs, I'd need the best training, which ultimately falls under the category of pursuing a career in acting. There are too many other career opportunities I'm indulging in at the time. u_u

(50) 50 50 50!! This is the Post Where I Talk About How Great I Am!!

Late night was actually pretty fun this time around. I never actually read the Harry Potter series, and quickly lost interest in the movies, but the Harry Potter theme was pretty cool. We took pictures with cardboard characters, made masquerade masks, had hot tea, watched a game of quidditch for maybe a few seconds, and basically wandered to check out the sights. It was good fun.

Abe told me to write about how my friends at Ball State are all a bunch of nerds, so I think I'll do that.... starting with Abraham!

Abe's a cool man, dude. But he just-so-happens to be (mildly? extremely?) obsessive about his Pokemon. He also enjoys internet jokes and video games.

Louis used to do the 90/90 challenge, but he did not make it. So I don't know if he'll read this or not, but he loves tie dye tshirts and Pokmon very, very much.

Lets throw Leslie into the mix, too. She's a really cool chick, and is pretty darn smart to-boot. She equally enjoys Pokemon and video games, as well as other nerdy things many of us indulge in.

I don't know if I want to write about other people for much longer, so just to make it even, lets talk about ME.

I am fantastic. My life rules. I like video games, sci-fi things are cool, awesome comic books and manga, I occasionally wear my sexy librarian glasses, and overall I'm one-of-a-kind. I played Humans vs. Zombies last semester, and it was a blast, even if too many zombie freaks did take it too seriously. After watching the move Role Models, I even considered LARPing. I think it would be a hell of a lot of fun to go all out in costumes and accessories and battle-- and I love anything fantasy. Throw some fairies in there are you've got my attention for sure. Even if it is my little un-feminist guilty pleasures, throw in a handsome, strong, swordsman and a dainty princess and you've got the potential to make a fantastic action-packed love story in my opinion.

Think I'm a weirdo yet?

Well, I'm not... but not by much. I enjoy going out, I like fancy alcoholic drinks (but I'm not a fan of getting drunk), I like fashionable clothes, good movies, board games, hanging with friends, travelling-- though I don't do much travelling, and overall I could say my life is average. Therefore, nerdiness is better, and nerdy people interest me much more than normal ones do.

PWN.

(49) Who's that Irish Talk-Show Host?

Or at least I think he's Irish, though I could be wrong. Craig Ferguson, that's his name! He just had the worst band on his show. The lead singer looked like Russel Brand and couldn't sing. His high pitched wailing got so loud I had to turn the volume down, and even that didn't help. I snatched my remote as quickly as I could and pressed the first two buttons I saw -- hence right now I'm listening to jazzy music on the weather channel. The screeching wails of that singer... ugh!
Well the good news it, looks like it'll be nice tomorrow!
I like Craig Ferguson, especially because he had Jennifer Aniston and Betty White tonight!
But get a better band next time.

Left 4 Dead is awesome and I still want an Xbox.

Whats that disorder called when you feel like you're constantly sick, like some sort of terminal illness is drawing closer and closer to you? I think I have that. Nothing like cancer or anything like that, but physical things--HOLD ON -- I'm watching the news, and apparently someone posted a flyer in town for a Swinger's club meeting at the online website; clothes being optional. I guess a ton of people found out about this awkward town gathering, and a townsperson was just interviewed, claiming the meeting is immoral-- immoral because it's fornication--anyway, its really stupid that I freak out, because I'm only 20, quite healthy, and frankly I'd like to think I'm pretty damn invincible.

(48) Do'nut Publish Us!

I heard its going nationwide. I sort of doubt that, but if it is, I don't really want to talk about this anymore... but I'm not looking forward to the near future when the mass media tarnishes the reputation of Ball State. Actually, Ball State students have given encouragement and even submitted all the articles nesessary for the article to be written.
They think the articles will mock the Ball State administration for sending the mass email, but once these articles are printed and published, we will transform from "party school" to a school that worships sexual offenders and praises their actions, mocking and victim-blaming along the way. This isn't what the students want, but thanks to thier actions, thats what we will become.

Today was another ordinary day, I suppose. Nothing too exciting happened, but I woke up at 10:20 for my 11:00 class, and somehow managed to be early today; when I usually rush to get ready and run out the door at 10:50. It was odd how time went by so slowly and I moved so quickly, for once.

I really want some powdered donuts. I don't know what it is about those cheap Little Debbie donuts that I find myself craving so much lately. I'm no Homer Simpson, but when I want donuts, I WANT DONUTS.

And right about now, I want a donut.

(46) Welcome to BSU, Bull Shit University

I cannot believe how disgusted I am with Ball State students. To make Facebook fan pages, and even a fucking EVENT in honor of sexual harassment on campus. This is beyond belief. I have so many thoughts and emotions right now I don't even think I can express them like everything else I write about. I just can't believe a school would band together to make a mockery of these girls.

Sure, it sounds funny. Some guy on a bike slapped two girls on the behinds, rode off, and it was reported to the Ball State police department. Very funny, right? I'll admit, I even laughed when I first heard it, but my interpretation quickly changed from something harmless, like a sitcom-humor, to something a little more serious, like legitimate sexual harassment.
There were two reported cases of this, but who knows if or how many other girls were victims of this little prank.
One thing is for sure, its not okay to poke fun at and make a mockery of the women who didn't approve of being harassed by a stranger.
If this happened to me, I wouldn't be happy. Absolutely no one is allowed to touch me without my consent, let alone a reason to even think about touching me in the first place.

Do you think these girls have facebook? Do you think they haven't SEEN THE PAGE!? This is beyond victim-blaming, it's victim MOCKERY. And this is taking place during Sexual Harassment Awareness Month. And Ball State students are so happy to humiliate these girls.

And now, I come to find a campus-event called "Ass-Slapping Wednesday". I'm lucky enough to not be the one in four women who's been seriously sexually assaulted her lifetime, but even this just hits me as sheer evil. Yes, evil. Evil like the biblical term that describes the devil himself. Such disrespect towards these girls is beyond words right now. Has anyone even read the update? This man is facing battery charges. Battery. This goes to show that "slap" is lightening the subject, these women were hit. Battery can fall under a felony count, not to menton this falls under sexual circumstances.

I actually submitted this story to quite a few of my favorite feminist blogs, and I'm hoping word will get out about this. I just found it especially unique, because of all the triggering blogs they've posted about pro-rape facebook pages among college campuses, none have ever condoned victim mockery.

I find it funny that the description for "Ass Slapping Wednesday" specifically states that it must be kept consensual, so as to not cause any controversy over the game. I wonder why it has to be consensual....

It looks like after EIGHT HOURS they finally decided to update that they're not condoning violence towards women or assault, but they're making fun of the fact that this is considered an emergency situation. That lifts an enormous weight, but the comments and the pictures speak for themselves. The fans are in it to humiliate the girls who reported it, and no one can deny that. Just read them. Its disgusting.