Happy "Blame Gaara for Everything" Day!
Mar. 21st, 2005 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuFirst off... WAHHHHHH! I've missed you so much, LiveJournal! *Hugsqueezesmother* I barely had time to sleep and shower last week, much less write on my LiveJournal, and to top it all off Mom didn't pay the internet bill, which deprived me of internet for an additional two days. -_-;
Louisa and I had an awesome time, though I went with a little less sleep than usual. We watched lots and lots and lots of anime (though, of course, it's never nearly enough), including all of Wolf's Rain, Cowboy Bebop: the Movie, RahXephon: the Movie, and tons of AMVs. Cody was over a lot, too, which was nice. ^_^ Nicole, unfortunately, was grounded the whole week for not telling her Mom where she was, so I haven't seen her much lately. ;_; I intend on dragging her somewhere sometime soon because I miss her! I haven't even been seeing her at lunches because of a speech competition she was in. ><
It was cool having a friend staying at my house for five days. Proves I really get along with my friends, if I can spend that much time with them and not even think of getting in an argument or anything. Helps that I'm simply not argumentative, and very attached to my friends. Louisa had a lot of fun, and the only aspect of the trip that sucked for her was seeing Trina (one of her former best friends) again. Trina's changed a lot, y'see...and when Louisa went to her house for about twenty minutes (I didn't stay because I never really knew Trina that was), she was smoking with her friends and was high, which I imagine was very disgruntling and awful. Trina also, apparently, tried to commit suicide a few months ago. o_o So it was hard for Louisa to face her again, because, quite frankly, Louisa doesn't really want anything to do with Trina any more (understandably).
Anyway, Louisa got along with Cody well right from the start, so I guess he really is irresistable to everyone. XD Everyone I've met so far, at least. For the record, my little brother is included in those statistics. O_o; It was really funny on Friday night--he came over pretty late and the three of us were watching Cowboy Bebop: the Movie, and afterwards we started going crazy and Louisa attacked Cody (with permission) with the hair straightener. Not that it really made a difference, but it was funny. Right before she got on the plane back home, she declared that she was going to call me when she got a new hair straightener so she could attack Cody better. Oookay. XD;;
Louisa's also utterly obsessed with tea for some reason, which I found amusing. ^^; Oh, and Kiba. But I don't blame her on that one. We kept randomly bringing up Kiba in our conversations and going "Mmmm...Kiba." She also wants to cosplay as Toboe and come to Anime Expo! YAY!
Unfortunately, she was slightly weirded out by the shounen-ai. ^^;; I kept trying to explain the appeal, but she still looked at me weird when I kept bringing it up. I've realized that I talk about shounen-ai (even when I'm trying not to) more than I thought. I kept having to resist the temptation to compare everything to seme/uke and squee about this-or-that shounen-ai pairing.
However, she's on the right path, because she saw the Tsume/Toboe image in the clouds on the theme song the first time (the reflection of the clouds in the puddle at the end of the theme song has this possibly imaginary image of Tsume and Toboe hugging that most of my friends have noticed when they watch the series). And she's unbiased, so HA.
Someday, I shall corrupt the entire world.
Cody found an awesome picture in National Geographic and gave it to me. It's Gaara. No, I swear, it is. A real Gaara. o_o The person in the picture (can't determine gender, it's just their face) has red hair (scarlet, not orange-red), green eyes like his, and dark black around their eyes, and they just plain have this look on their face that is so eerily Gaara-ish. It's awesome. I have the picture sitting on my dresser right now. They even have sand on their face. IT IS GAARA, ONLY REAL. O_O I will scan it whenever I am able to.
Over the weekend, I discovered a store in Roseville that has much anime. It's called A-1 Comics, and now I'm addicted. I will probably insist on going there every time we go to Roseville now. XD I spent about an hour wandering in circles and babbling about Naruto to a random girl who was interested in buying it, and talking to the nice girl that worked there. Mom bought me a courier bag that has the kanji for love on it to replace my backpack. I love it muchly. <3
That comes to today's main theme. Are you ready?
TODAY IS "BLAME GAARA FOR EVERYTHING" DAY!
Yay!
First thing I looked at today? That picture of real-Gaara.
The actual holiday started in Creative Writing, when I was showing Rae my new bag and explaining that it was Gaara's fault that I bought it (which it was--the kanji on his head is "Love", so when I saw it, I went "SQUEE~! Must get!"). Then I think I randomly brought up the whole Gaara-in-a-flowery-hat mental image that has been haunting me for quite a while now. Later on, I found myself humming the Mentos song, which also was Gaara's fault (I have an AMV to the Mentos song of Gaara vs. Lee).
Thus, I concluded that everything is Gaara's fault today. Don't get me wrong--I love Gaara. It just so happens that he has caused everything today.
During History, we did a boring assignment about the twenties. I started it before class even officially started, so Mr. Ostrom was saying something about how I'm too efficient for my own good. For the rest of the period I...uhhh...I don't know what I did.
Anatomy was fun. We had an awesome sub, and our only assignment was to watch a video about strokes that had nothing to do with what we're studying. Thus, Erin and I (and everyone else for that matter) completely ignored the video while the sub played video games on Mr. Larsen's computer and paid little attention to us. Because I brought some Nori Maki to school, Erin and I were munching on it and ended up getting into a loud, animated conversation about Japanese food. What fun it was. XD We got some weird looks, but what else is new?
At some point, Gordon went up and turned the video off because it got so monotonous, and the sub didn't even notice for several minutes, and then he had us watching a random radio show on mute.
TA Period...normal, normal, normal.
During lunch, I was kind of lonely because Nicole was at a speech competition and Cody had fourth lunch, so Rosie and I spent the whole lunch talking about how the band shouldn't play Disney songs. What a topic. When fourth period ended, and thus Cody came out of choir, I was overly enthustiastic to have some companionship and thus glomped him and accidentily hit him in the face (he moved last second). ^^;;;; So, um...I felt stupid and apologized a bunch of times. ^^;; I don't think it hurt that much, but still...
During English, we had this cool girl named Grace come in and talk to us about writing poetry, and did some writing exercises with us. It was fun and pretty inspiring.
Y'know...I think I'll type up what I wrote. Other than homework, I don't have much to do with myself. It's not very good (I wrote it in what...five minutes?), and it's written through the eyes of a random character that I made up in about thirty seconds, and to top it off, it's not finished (and never will be), but who cares?
--
I am not who they think I am.
They say my eyes are hard and bitter--diamonds thrown in the trash. Like those of a wild animal, free in a world of steel and jagged-tongued beasts that can do nothing but judge. Freedom is not freedom if the whole world is a cage. They say I am hostile, taking revenge upon the shallow-brained people with artful assaults on their eyes. My pen is a weapon.
They don't know anything. Don't listen to them.
I am lost because I am naive. That's where the shell came from. I am soft and quiet, and I am still a child who longs to sit in the fields cross-legged with my eyes full of cotton clouds. I'm trying to prove something, but it's not for my own gain. It's for others like me.
They try to get me to grow up. They don't know what they're doing, because they can only do what they can and what they will, and they're growing up and they don't see I'm not coming with them. They're running so fast they can't see the streaks of their dust on my face as I stand in their wake, trembling. I just want them to see and let me stay, but they think I'm a lost horse who needs to be lead to water.
They don't know I'm the one with the water bottle. They don't know that I don't want their concrete and their must-smelling money and love no deeper than a mirror. They don't know I'm still fighting for that field of feathery grass and lost dreams and soothing sun--the same meadow that was flattened to build their malls and their dust-coated streets.
--
Sucks, I know. I'm just bored and waiting for Cody to answer his phone so I can start my story for Creative Writing (he's involved). Might as well kill some more time--let's see how many other pieces of sucky writing I can dig up in my Gaara bag.
Oh! Here's a journal entry I did on our Tahoe field trip, and I know I have a poem from History in here somewhere...
--
Across the hazy, still mirror of Lake Tahoe, there are clouds towering. Boiling, bubbling giants, they traverse across the sky with such unhurried pacing that they seem not to move, yet every time I glance up from my place here in the sand, they are in a new location.
The clouds leave splotchy blobs of shadow on the cliffs below their gaseous bodies--dwarfing the mountains in their dominant presence. Beneath those mountains, I sit, just a grain of sand to the clouds, just a pebble to the mountains, perhaps nothing at all to the wide mouth of the pale sky.
A plump, mottled squirrel is poking around me again, with his bright bead eyes and shivering whiskers. I wonder fleetingly what the clouds see him as, if I am but a grain of sand. He must be microscopic, not even a speck, but invisible to the bumbling eyes of those clouds up there.
They are like sleepy, living castles, coated with the fluffy down of snow from a January morning, and migrating in lazy groups of threes and fours. They live in their own lofty world, high above the chaotic skitterings of the puny humans. We are ants to them, and they are ants to the diamond-eyed stars, who are ants to something larger--something so large that we, so small, cannot fathom.
A person who thinks themselves big is truly mistaken. To the clouds, we are all the same size, and all equally unimportant, and all just another tiny thing. A thought in the wind. Afterall, everything is relative.
--
Awful history poem that was supposed to be about the 20's... But kind of isn't. ^^;; And it sucks. Did I mention it sucks? ^^;; It does. I like the first four lines, though.
--
Confused shadows flitting
Infernoes in their eyes
A remedy of steel
To cover up the skies
Oh, when did the poetic blue
Open into glass?
A nightmare sun electrifies
The beauty of the night
A wingless crow still hops along
His eyes are beads of gold
The violence of his culture
Tears him from the field
He is searching for treasures
For gold that matches his eyes
He doesn't mind the past
The forests of green
Or seashore light
On this day, he hides his wings
Disguises bright black feathers
Forgotten is the aerial future
For the gold of "Now"
Is always better
He ignores the blood he leaves behind
The thorn that hurts his heart
A crusade for coins is where he lives
A quest for holy turmoil
There is no magic in his spirit
There is no spirit in his flight
Ignore the beauty of a dream
And beg for coins in an endless night
--
After school, I discovered that Rosie, John, and the other Nicole actually are doing the rendition of the Lyon's dessert menu that we discussed after the Choir Winter Concert~! I'm so happy one of my stupid ideas actually turned into something. XD They're performing it tomorrow for Pizza and Song.
I started my FireRed version finally! I'm starting with Charmander. I've decided I want to theme-name my Pokémon Naruto-style, so I decided I would name Charmander Sasuke. I kept restarting for personality, though. My first Sasuke-Charmander was Naughty. As much as you know I'd love to have a naughty Sasuke, I don't think I need a naughty Sasuke-Charmander. ^^;; Once, just for kicks, I named the Charmander Shikamaru, and it ended up being Relaxed! :O I almost kept that one, but decided Charizard and Shikamaru weren't very compatible with one another. Eventually I got a Bold Sasuke, and stuck with that.
Um...that was pretty much my day. Expect normal updates again, and don't forget to blame anything and everything on Gaara today! (Don't worry, he'll get plenty of love tomorrow to make up for it. XD) Excuse any typos (especially in the writing pieces). I'll fix them later.
Louisa and I had an awesome time, though I went with a little less sleep than usual. We watched lots and lots and lots of anime (though, of course, it's never nearly enough), including all of Wolf's Rain, Cowboy Bebop: the Movie, RahXephon: the Movie, and tons of AMVs. Cody was over a lot, too, which was nice. ^_^ Nicole, unfortunately, was grounded the whole week for not telling her Mom where she was, so I haven't seen her much lately. ;_; I intend on dragging her somewhere sometime soon because I miss her! I haven't even been seeing her at lunches because of a speech competition she was in. ><
It was cool having a friend staying at my house for five days. Proves I really get along with my friends, if I can spend that much time with them and not even think of getting in an argument or anything. Helps that I'm simply not argumentative, and very attached to my friends. Louisa had a lot of fun, and the only aspect of the trip that sucked for her was seeing Trina (one of her former best friends) again. Trina's changed a lot, y'see...and when Louisa went to her house for about twenty minutes (I didn't stay because I never really knew Trina that was), she was smoking with her friends and was high, which I imagine was very disgruntling and awful. Trina also, apparently, tried to commit suicide a few months ago. o_o So it was hard for Louisa to face her again, because, quite frankly, Louisa doesn't really want anything to do with Trina any more (understandably).
Anyway, Louisa got along with Cody well right from the start, so I guess he really is irresistable to everyone. XD Everyone I've met so far, at least. For the record, my little brother is included in those statistics. O_o; It was really funny on Friday night--he came over pretty late and the three of us were watching Cowboy Bebop: the Movie, and afterwards we started going crazy and Louisa attacked Cody (with permission) with the hair straightener. Not that it really made a difference, but it was funny. Right before she got on the plane back home, she declared that she was going to call me when she got a new hair straightener so she could attack Cody better. Oookay. XD;;
Louisa's also utterly obsessed with tea for some reason, which I found amusing. ^^; Oh, and Kiba. But I don't blame her on that one. We kept randomly bringing up Kiba in our conversations and going "Mmmm...Kiba." She also wants to cosplay as Toboe and come to Anime Expo! YAY!
Unfortunately, she was slightly weirded out by the shounen-ai. ^^;; I kept trying to explain the appeal, but she still looked at me weird when I kept bringing it up. I've realized that I talk about shounen-ai (even when I'm trying not to) more than I thought. I kept having to resist the temptation to compare everything to seme/uke and squee about this-or-that shounen-ai pairing.
However, she's on the right path, because she saw the Tsume/Toboe image in the clouds on the theme song the first time (the reflection of the clouds in the puddle at the end of the theme song has this possibly imaginary image of Tsume and Toboe hugging that most of my friends have noticed when they watch the series). And she's unbiased, so HA.
Someday, I shall corrupt the entire world.
Cody found an awesome picture in National Geographic and gave it to me. It's Gaara. No, I swear, it is. A real Gaara. o_o The person in the picture (can't determine gender, it's just their face) has red hair (scarlet, not orange-red), green eyes like his, and dark black around their eyes, and they just plain have this look on their face that is so eerily Gaara-ish. It's awesome. I have the picture sitting on my dresser right now. They even have sand on their face. IT IS GAARA, ONLY REAL. O_O I will scan it whenever I am able to.
Over the weekend, I discovered a store in Roseville that has much anime. It's called A-1 Comics, and now I'm addicted. I will probably insist on going there every time we go to Roseville now. XD I spent about an hour wandering in circles and babbling about Naruto to a random girl who was interested in buying it, and talking to the nice girl that worked there. Mom bought me a courier bag that has the kanji for love on it to replace my backpack. I love it muchly. <3
That comes to today's main theme. Are you ready?
TODAY IS "BLAME GAARA FOR EVERYTHING" DAY!
Yay!
First thing I looked at today? That picture of real-Gaara.
The actual holiday started in Creative Writing, when I was showing Rae my new bag and explaining that it was Gaara's fault that I bought it (which it was--the kanji on his head is "Love", so when I saw it, I went "SQUEE~! Must get!"). Then I think I randomly brought up the whole Gaara-in-a-flowery-hat mental image that has been haunting me for quite a while now. Later on, I found myself humming the Mentos song, which also was Gaara's fault (I have an AMV to the Mentos song of Gaara vs. Lee).
Thus, I concluded that everything is Gaara's fault today. Don't get me wrong--I love Gaara. It just so happens that he has caused everything today.
During History, we did a boring assignment about the twenties. I started it before class even officially started, so Mr. Ostrom was saying something about how I'm too efficient for my own good. For the rest of the period I...uhhh...I don't know what I did.
Anatomy was fun. We had an awesome sub, and our only assignment was to watch a video about strokes that had nothing to do with what we're studying. Thus, Erin and I (and everyone else for that matter) completely ignored the video while the sub played video games on Mr. Larsen's computer and paid little attention to us. Because I brought some Nori Maki to school, Erin and I were munching on it and ended up getting into a loud, animated conversation about Japanese food. What fun it was. XD We got some weird looks, but what else is new?
At some point, Gordon went up and turned the video off because it got so monotonous, and the sub didn't even notice for several minutes, and then he had us watching a random radio show on mute.
TA Period...normal, normal, normal.
During lunch, I was kind of lonely because Nicole was at a speech competition and Cody had fourth lunch, so Rosie and I spent the whole lunch talking about how the band shouldn't play Disney songs. What a topic. When fourth period ended, and thus Cody came out of choir, I was overly enthustiastic to have some companionship and thus glomped him and accidentily hit him in the face (he moved last second). ^^;;;; So, um...I felt stupid and apologized a bunch of times. ^^;; I don't think it hurt that much, but still...
During English, we had this cool girl named Grace come in and talk to us about writing poetry, and did some writing exercises with us. It was fun and pretty inspiring.
Y'know...I think I'll type up what I wrote. Other than homework, I don't have much to do with myself. It's not very good (I wrote it in what...five minutes?), and it's written through the eyes of a random character that I made up in about thirty seconds, and to top it off, it's not finished (and never will be), but who cares?
--
I am not who they think I am.
They say my eyes are hard and bitter--diamonds thrown in the trash. Like those of a wild animal, free in a world of steel and jagged-tongued beasts that can do nothing but judge. Freedom is not freedom if the whole world is a cage. They say I am hostile, taking revenge upon the shallow-brained people with artful assaults on their eyes. My pen is a weapon.
They don't know anything. Don't listen to them.
I am lost because I am naive. That's where the shell came from. I am soft and quiet, and I am still a child who longs to sit in the fields cross-legged with my eyes full of cotton clouds. I'm trying to prove something, but it's not for my own gain. It's for others like me.
They try to get me to grow up. They don't know what they're doing, because they can only do what they can and what they will, and they're growing up and they don't see I'm not coming with them. They're running so fast they can't see the streaks of their dust on my face as I stand in their wake, trembling. I just want them to see and let me stay, but they think I'm a lost horse who needs to be lead to water.
They don't know I'm the one with the water bottle. They don't know that I don't want their concrete and their must-smelling money and love no deeper than a mirror. They don't know I'm still fighting for that field of feathery grass and lost dreams and soothing sun--the same meadow that was flattened to build their malls and their dust-coated streets.
--
Sucks, I know. I'm just bored and waiting for Cody to answer his phone so I can start my story for Creative Writing (he's involved). Might as well kill some more time--let's see how many other pieces of sucky writing I can dig up in my Gaara bag.
Oh! Here's a journal entry I did on our Tahoe field trip, and I know I have a poem from History in here somewhere...
--
Across the hazy, still mirror of Lake Tahoe, there are clouds towering. Boiling, bubbling giants, they traverse across the sky with such unhurried pacing that they seem not to move, yet every time I glance up from my place here in the sand, they are in a new location.
The clouds leave splotchy blobs of shadow on the cliffs below their gaseous bodies--dwarfing the mountains in their dominant presence. Beneath those mountains, I sit, just a grain of sand to the clouds, just a pebble to the mountains, perhaps nothing at all to the wide mouth of the pale sky.
A plump, mottled squirrel is poking around me again, with his bright bead eyes and shivering whiskers. I wonder fleetingly what the clouds see him as, if I am but a grain of sand. He must be microscopic, not even a speck, but invisible to the bumbling eyes of those clouds up there.
They are like sleepy, living castles, coated with the fluffy down of snow from a January morning, and migrating in lazy groups of threes and fours. They live in their own lofty world, high above the chaotic skitterings of the puny humans. We are ants to them, and they are ants to the diamond-eyed stars, who are ants to something larger--something so large that we, so small, cannot fathom.
A person who thinks themselves big is truly mistaken. To the clouds, we are all the same size, and all equally unimportant, and all just another tiny thing. A thought in the wind. Afterall, everything is relative.
--
Awful history poem that was supposed to be about the 20's... But kind of isn't. ^^;; And it sucks. Did I mention it sucks? ^^;; It does. I like the first four lines, though.
--
Confused shadows flitting
Infernoes in their eyes
A remedy of steel
To cover up the skies
Oh, when did the poetic blue
Open into glass?
A nightmare sun electrifies
The beauty of the night
A wingless crow still hops along
His eyes are beads of gold
The violence of his culture
Tears him from the field
He is searching for treasures
For gold that matches his eyes
He doesn't mind the past
The forests of green
Or seashore light
On this day, he hides his wings
Disguises bright black feathers
Forgotten is the aerial future
For the gold of "Now"
Is always better
He ignores the blood he leaves behind
The thorn that hurts his heart
A crusade for coins is where he lives
A quest for holy turmoil
There is no magic in his spirit
There is no spirit in his flight
Ignore the beauty of a dream
And beg for coins in an endless night
--
After school, I discovered that Rosie, John, and the other Nicole actually are doing the rendition of the Lyon's dessert menu that we discussed after the Choir Winter Concert~! I'm so happy one of my stupid ideas actually turned into something. XD They're performing it tomorrow for Pizza and Song.
I started my FireRed version finally! I'm starting with Charmander. I've decided I want to theme-name my Pokémon Naruto-style, so I decided I would name Charmander Sasuke. I kept restarting for personality, though. My first Sasuke-Charmander was Naughty. As much as you know I'd love to have a naughty Sasuke, I don't think I need a naughty Sasuke-Charmander. ^^;; Once, just for kicks, I named the Charmander Shikamaru, and it ended up being Relaxed! :O I almost kept that one, but decided Charizard and Shikamaru weren't very compatible with one another. Eventually I got a Bold Sasuke, and stuck with that.
Um...that was pretty much my day. Expect normal updates again, and don't forget to blame anything and everything on Gaara today! (Don't worry, he'll get plenty of love tomorrow to make up for it. XD) Excuse any typos (especially in the writing pieces). I'll fix them later.
