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Jun. 2nd, 2012

Interesting Theme with Manga

One thing I've noticed and cannot seem to get away from is the sheer amount of what appears to be Stockholme Syndrom in manga. Seriously. It happens all the time. Usually with some rich guy who, for some reason, takes a shine to this girl (she usually looks about 13) and he kidnaps her. Or his goons kidnap her. Whatever.
At first (for about 10 pages) she's afraid of him. Or pissed off. And then he does something to show he's really a nice guy (saves a puppy, smiles, etc.) and she suddenly starts liking him. Then he does something awful, she runs away, almost gets raped, he shows up in the knick of time to save her. And she falls in love with him! Even if he does restrict her freedom, treat her like shit (psychologically at any rate) and usually forces some sexual advancement on her (of course she wants it so that makes it okay.)

Or sometimes he doesn't act like a complete jerk. He just has all the other bases covered. And of course everyone around seems to want to rape this poor girl. I sometimes wonder if the rich guy contacted every single man within a hundred miles, gave them a picture of her along with some cash, and said "If you see this girl, please attempt to rape her, but be sure to draw it out until I show up to rescue her. K Thanks."

He's an obvious ass, and she is always this obedient little shit who just goes along with whatever he wants. No, wait, she's actually feisty and tells him exactly what she thinks of him! So that's why he likes her! But when it comes down to it, she's all talk and lets him practically rape her.

I usually give any manga a chance. I read the summary, "guy likes girl. guy kidnaps girl. girl fights back. love blah blah." For once, I'd like to find a manga where the girl is more than just a meek little thing who talks big but can't back it up. Some of the girls don't even talk big, they just take it! Sure, people can make the excuse that she couldn't fight him off even if she tried. I'm just like "fuck this shit! I'm gonna bite the sonovabitch!"

Boy, this is frustrating. Then again, it's probably difficult to have a plot where the guy kidnaps her and they manage to fall in love without all the plot points listed above. Maybe if he realized "oh, that was a dick move. maybe I should send her flowers?"

That was my rant for the day. Oh, I found an interesting Japanese drama call Hana Yori Dango. Based off the manga "Boys Over Flowers". At first I wasn't sure, but watching the main guy attempt to woo this girl who really hates him is hilarious. He did kinda bring it on himself, so she's not being irrational with her hatred.

May. 27th, 2012

Life Changing Decision

Okay, so I've changed my mind a few times about what I want to do. Be a scientist, or a writer, or make anime. I go back and forth.

But one thing I'm doing. Hell, I've actually taken steps. Real steps, not just looking it up on the internet and saying I want to do it.

I'm going into the U.S. Marine Corps.

My older sister wants me to do airforce or navy (or not at all). She thinks I'm going to get myself killed. Or brainwashed. And that I won't be able to readjust to civilian life. I'm just like "I'm not adjusted now!"

It's hard to give someone a reason why I'm doing this. A reason that they will think is good enough, at any rate. Perhaps it's a sense of wanting to do something that means something. Or maybe I want a little structure. Or maybe I hope it will help me with self-discipline. Or it's the college. Or the self-confidence I could develope. Whatever the reasons, I'm doing this.

I took a small practice ASVAB and I got a 71. I got a perfect score on the english portion. It was the algebra that killed me. I don't remember how to solve the equations. But I can look that up. It's like riding a bike.

Now I have to start running. I have training sessions with the recruiter 4 days a week. This is going to suck at first.

Jan. 27th, 2011

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And I'm back. Talk about taking an involuntary break from writing. *shakes head* I feel like kicking something.

Sep. 14th, 2010

Drunk, bored, and thinking about creationalism vs. theory of evolution

I gotta stop saying that this year couldn't possibly suck as much as last year. It's just an invitation.

Y'know, I was kinda curious as to why yellow jackets kept showing up in our house. Turns out, we have a rather large nest inside the second story wall of our house. A freaking large one. But I've got someone coming out in the morning, so hopefully that will get taken care of.

Our oldest cat, who I helped bottle-feed as a kitten, is dying. I've sort-of resigned myself at this point, but it's hitting my mother rather hard. Because all she needs is to get more depressed.

On the upside, there is another coffee shop on Broadway that makes good coffee. I almost cried. Now if only another chinese restaurant that could rival the old one would pop up, things would be better. I miss their damn egg rolls!

I got into a very intense debate with my 10 year old cousin on creationalism vs. the theory of evolution. Okay, it was a debate to him. I just want to know everything, so I ask questions. He believes in creationalism and I lean more towards the theory of evolution. It's difficult to argue with a 10 year old. Granted, he's a smart kid, but he hasn't really had much in the way of science classes yet. I can't get too in depth or he won't understand, but at the same time I don't want to be condescending. Although I had to call him out on a few things. I just wanted to know where he read that the Oviraptor was the first creature killed during the Noah's Ark flood.

But this is why I'm going to study people as a major. I might get a little more specific eventually, but I always want to know everything. Especially when it deals with culture or religion. But I can't discuss religion with someone who is religious, because they always feel the need to defend their belief. It's like "Dude, I'm not saying you're wrong, I just want to know what, where, how, and why!"

Aug. 18th, 2010

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Sheesh, I haven't posted in so long! Damn whatever it was that kept me from posting! I suppose I could rattle off what has happened so far in my oh-so-exciting and action packed life.

1. Harold is walking, and talking a lot. The kid's vocabulary amazes me. He's only 15 months old! And I am no longer 'that', he calls me "GammyGammyGammy." That's how it goes. He's not satisfied with one.

2. Went to Washington DC for a week long family vacation. It was fun except for Sharon and her road rage. I swear, she needs to chill sometimes. She's a controlling spaz with a condescening edge.  If there is deviation from the plan, she gets angry.

I've learned that when the plan fails, you simply make a new plan. Go ahead and freak out for a second or two if it help, then on with the new plan.

We went to the beach (after I spent any time in the hotel room watching shark week).

And today my mother got a CAT scan (finally), because she went to the mental health clinic (finally) to get an evaluation. A lot of her symptoms, such as confusion and not being able to learn anything new, were red flags apparently. Hence the reason I pushed to make her go. I mean, she went from a person who could do a dozen things at once with no problem, who could work and have a house full of children and still keep it spotless, to someone who can't even do one thing competently.
I'm almost hoping it will be like a House episode where they figure out what's wrong and then they fix her! Not that I really want something to be wrong. But the way she is now, she's miserable. I'd like to see her actually be an actual human being again.

And we have another cat. It was a stray kitten who had the bottom half of his jaw bloody and rotting. They think he got hit by a car. They had to staple the skin because you could peel all of it back. But he's doing fine now. The vet also gave us a severe discount. Probably because we were willing to pay for a cat that wasn't even ours.
We tend to collect hard luck cases.

Jul. 8th, 2010

Let's Not Do That Again

I think I'm going to swear off drinking for the next couple months.

I went out barhopping with my sister and her friend last Friday. My sister plans on getting pregnant soon so it was her last bit of drinking beforehand.

Micah picked me up from the bar, I flopped down on the bed...and then threw up everywhere. It was the worst I'd ever thrown up. I was laying on my side with the side of my face in it. I was very drunk. Micah hauled me off the bed and into the bathroom where I continued to puke. Everytime I would try to lie on my back in the bathroom, Micah would haul me upright. His best friend died of alcohol poisoning, so he's very thorough when someone is very drunk.

I have never thrown up while drunk. Of course, I had a lot in three hours. Two large margaritas, two long island iced teas (a drink that is pretty much all liquor) and something else. A few people said it was mixing all those different liquors. Apparently tequila doesn't agree with much.

Point is, throwing up is always a bad experience for me. It's painful, it goes through my sinuses as well, and I'm out for a day afterwards.

So until the idea of alcohol doesn't instantly remind me of puking, I'll be sticking to non-alcoholic beverages.

On a side note, I've been rewatching Dragonball Z. I have every episode ever made. The movies, Dragonball, Dragonball GT. Got it all. My little sister had never seen any of it! I feel old. I used to watch this on t.v. when I was little! It's the fighting anime of fighting animes! And Vegeta is my favorite! *dances around* There's nothing like a bad-tempered, used to be evil, violent, arrogant, and all around unpleasant alien prince to perk up your morning!

I'm going to babysit my little Harold! Someday I'll be introducing him to the wonders of Dragonball Z and video games! I'm already teaching him to play Ratchet and Clank. Granted, he just wants to eat the controller, but that's not the point!

Jun. 30th, 2010

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I'm full of nervous energy. I feel like I'm the verge of something, but I don't know what. Inspiration, a cleaning frenzy, a sudden urge to be nice to people? I don't know what it is and that makes me angry. Perhaps I'm about to throw a tantrum worthy of a two-year old. I think I'm due one of those.

My grandfather invited us to church last weekend. There was supposed to be food afterwards. I didn't go to it. I suppose people just assume it's part of my rebellion. Anti-religion and all that. I think's it's not that I'm against religion, it's just that I don't really have one. My family is christian (what branch of it I have no idea) so I went to Sunday church when I was younger.

But I'm not religious. But even though I was invited, it's almost as if I feel I'm lying by going to church. Or pretending to believe. It's hard to explain, but I find it disrespectful to my grandparents. As if I'm humoring them, like how an adult humors a child who has an imaginary friend.

Ah well, what can you do?

I am so bored.

Jun. 10th, 2010

Boredom is my idea of torture

Simply put, I'm looking for a hobby. It's easy enough to say "try new things" or "do something you like!" I remember when I was younger, reading was my hobby. All the time, I'd see a book and the craving would hit.

For a long time, writing was my passion. Over the last few years, the craving has lessened dramatically. It might help if I were in a better environment, but the passion is waning.

So what do I do now? Sure, I love sports. But almost every sport requires other people. And you usually have to socialize with these other people.
I'm not a socializer. I don't know how to joke with a random person or make small talk. It doesn't help that I'm not someone people just want to walk up to and chat with. Apparently I give people the impression that I'm considering pushing them into on-coming traffic. And that's when I'm trying to me friendly.
Sad thing is, I enjoy socializing. Yep, the social loner.

Take the rush of excitement and inspiration when you discover a new anime. That used to last for months. Now it fades in a week.

And I ramble, but you get the idea.

May. 11th, 2010

The World is Ending!!!

The world is ending!!! It is I tell you!

How do I know?! The signs are obvious! Plain as day! How could people not see it?!

Okay, first Broadway Joes closed!!! Their five year lease was up and the building owners didn't want another, so Broadway Joes had to leave! And you know what these people did? They put in another coffee shop. Called Sweet One-O-One. What the hell kinda name for a coffee shop is that?!

I finally caved and went in, twice so far. First, the chai tea sucked. Their menu doesn't have much in the way of variety. I got a cup of their brewed coffee. It tasted like something I would get at Bob Evans.
And I was in the mood for something sweet, so I ordered a caramel latte. Sorta like a caramel machiatto from starbucks. At Broadway Joes it was called a Creme O'Hearts. It was something not on the menu, but they made it for me and knew that it was my drink! (I was in there a lot)

So they gave me their caramel latte. First off, when you get coffee in a to-go cup, you don't just tip it back and take a drink. No unless you like having your tongue burnt. What I do is take sips, gradually tilting the cup until I actually take a sip of coffee instead of air. And the amount of heat on my lip helps determine exactly how much liquid is in the cup.
It took a ridiculous amount of sipping air.

I eventually took the lid off so I could look.

The cup was literally half foam. Thick foam, that felt somewhat solid.
When I finally got to the coffee (after taking a couple bites out of foam) I found that it was not sweet at all. In fact, it tasted like mik with coffee in it. "But that's what a latte is!" People tell me.

Bullcrap! There is an art to making any type of coffee! It's an art, I tell you!!

Oh, and for a bit I thought they had not put any caramel in it at all. Until I was to the bottom (still with three inches of freakin foam) and took a gulp of caramel syrup.

My sister suggested I was biased. I can be. But not towards coffee! Every coffee deserves a fair trial, with an unbiased judge and jury! But we the jury find this coffee guilty! Guilty I say!

Anyway, the new coffee shop sucks and I am miffed.

And the second reason why the world is ending?!

I almost can't say it.

New China closed.

New China closed!

That wonderful little chinese restaurant that had the best egg rolls and the most wonder chicken szeshaun on the planet! And it had decent prices. And the food wasn't greasy.

Closed. Due to a death in the family, I think.

So now what?

Well, we tried China Garden, which is actually the much more popular restaurant down the street. Greasy food and high prices. And bad egg rolls.

I said at the the beginning of the year. "This year can't suck as much as last year."

I gotta stop saying that.

My coffee and my chinese food! I'm going to freakin die!!!

Will that have to be a prerequisite for any University? Good coffee and chinese food?!

At least I still have anime. I shouldn't say that. What happens if someone has devised a world wide evil plot to rid the universe of anime?! Or comfortable headphones?! Or frozen peas?!

Oh, I've been watching Pandora Hearts. I really like it. My favorite character has got to be Xerxes Break. There is no explaining him. It takes experiencing his insanity.


Apr. 20th, 2010

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I think I'm finally going to freaking do something! Finally! I am going to get into a university. Don't know which one. There are so many to look through. I have to find one with a good Anthropology program. It will be next spring before I actually get into one, since most deadlines have passed. But since I've got a lot to do, I imagine this year will got by pretty quickly.

My thing is that I'm not a gradual change person. Most people I know don't like drastic changes. They like to be prepared, to have a safety net. As such, people expect me to want to take things a little more slowly. Take classes at a community college first, before just jumping into living on a campus.
Yeah, I don't do that. I don't work my way up to things. Which is why I'm really good at improvising. I just make shit up as I go along.

My little sister has had several spazz-fests. See, unlike me, she has only had one detention in her life. 4.6 GPA (I didn't know that was possible) track star, FFA VP, and other random crap. I still hold the record for number of detentions within one school year.
Then again, Jenny is naturally a bit of a spazz.

But now I get to play Hamlet for a movie trailer she has to make. Apparently I'm the only person who can pull off that kind of insanity.

And Sharin and I dyed her hair on Sunday. We just gave her blond highlights, and she's already blond. But everyone at her school was so shocked. They liked it, but she dyed her hair such an eye-catching color!

Did these people forget who she's related to??? Sharin once had her hair two shades of green. She called it her camo hair and would jump in front of bushes and say, "Ha! You can't see me!" She has had every color!
My favorite was hair color is rasberry kamikaze! The only color I haven't been is green and blond!
And these people are shocked by blond highlights?


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