Archive for June, 2006

Dut, dut, dut, dut…

diggi-dut-dut…diggi-dut-dut…

Ng-gak, ng-gak!

Diggi-dah, diggi-dah!

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It’s stirring. I can’t help it. I can’t control it. It’s clawing.

Do you feel that?

It frustrates me to no end knowing that it’s drum corps season and I can’t satiate it in any way here. I Googled me some videos, but no one here appreciates it on the same level as my fellow band geeks.

I was just drooling over the sexy, sexyCavaliers and Madison Scouts and wishing I were a boy if anything so I could join one of their corps. This isn’t to say that the other corps aren’t as good, but seriously, there something about their uniforms that does it for me.

“Close your eyes…”

Just finished Season 2 of Buffy — FINALLY!

Y’know, the last time I watched this episode was the first time it aired?

And yeah, I kinda sorta teared up. Although, this time my hatred for Xander wasn’t as strong as it had been the first time around.

Hey! The little ME dude said something different here abouts! Hazaah! I knew he did that once in a while, but didn’t know it was for this one.

Anyway, point is: Damn, that was a mighty fine episode. Although, now that I know swords, those were LAME! Why would a knight use such a light and thin blade? Hand-and-a-half or a long sword woulda been way cooler, but then again, I favor the former blade. The actual fight itself makes me want to be a choreographer for such things. This isn’t to say that the wickedly amazing fight between Buffy and Angel was as lame as the weapons they were using; I mean, c’mon, you can only charge so much emotion and what not. It’s more of a “I could do that, make it cool AND potentially accurate.”

TeeHee. You know what happens now, though, don’t you? (Seriously, can’t go one gorram day without thoughts of a Shiny Red Bow…)

Season 3…and Faith.

Come on, it also brought us such colorfully delicious lines as, “Want to see my impression of Ghandi?” Not to mention “The Wish”, “Dopplegangland”, and “Earshot”. Hells, there were LOTS of fun parts in this season. And now that I don’t hate Faith, maybe I’ll enjoy this season more than I did the first time around.

So. Going. To. Hell.

My “sister”!!!!

*huge grin*

So I’m signed onto Trillian presently and I got this random IM.

It’s my sister !!! YAY!!!

Stephie is in Indonesia as I write this doing her Human Rights research deal.

What was that again about spreading the talent? ;-)

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ETA: I’m reading my sister’s blog and find it a thousand times more entertaining than mine own. I’d comment to some of her things, but that would require a xanga account. It may well be that I will simply have to e-mail her stuff.

Oh, man, I can’t go one day…

Dude, I just realized something. It’s kinda a wacked out realization.

I can’t go one day without talking about how much I heart Eliza Dushku.

I feel like this should bother me. Kinda does, kinda doesn’t.

So going to hell…

“Shall we play?” – Red Bull nights, shopping days, and sea shells…

I met this guy Matt at Natashia’s birthday gathering last month. We’ve been trying to find a time to hang out for about three weeks now so I could be exposed to the brilliance and AWESOMENESS that is Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Seriously, friends, if you get the chance to see it, I totally recommend it. Especially for Kris, since he’s all about the FF stuff. (Incidentally, has anyone seen/heard from him lately? Is he directing Street Theatre again this summer? I haven’t “heard” from him on the comments lately. Then again, I haven’t from Grant either and I’m fairly sure me Da is alive and kicking. Anyway…)

Advent Children is truly a thing of beauty.

It was late last night that we got together so it was no surprise to me that I missed the last train. I considered hoofin’ it back to Imazato, since I’d done it before and I didn’t really feel like paying for a cab. I was wicked tired and all and I knew that I was supposed to go shopping with Darya today.

Matt can be pretty persuasive, however, because we ended up watching another movie. Appleseed was all right. There were parts in the movie that seriously pissed me off in the way that only I can be pissed. Suspension of disbelief and the like.

Since we were up, we figured we may as well stay that way. I mean, I was a mere two hours away or so from first train. We weathered the rain to 7-Eleven (yes, 7-Eleven…except they don’t have any Slurpees) for some Red Bull. I was pretty happy that they carried the stuff. I mean, thanks to Melany, I know the joys that is the liquid Smartie flavored beverage. How do you think I made it through my last semester as a college student?

Matt’s a pretty good ol’ guy. He hails from Australia and definitely knows his movies. We got to talking about video games, a dialect of geek I freely admit I’m about as fluent in as I am to say my Nihongo — although at the rate things are going, between Jacob and Matt I’ll soon be speaking it quite eloquently.

I couldn’t believe I stayed up the whole night. It was pretty fun.

I was pretty tired when I got home, of course. I told Darya that I wanted to sleep a little before we ventured to Shopping. (We’ve decided that since so many people “go to shopping”, it must be a town or something.)

The plan got a bit hitched when I got an e-mail from the comic book store in Sannomiya. I had the dude put aside 52 and Civil War and we all know how I frequently lack patience. Thus, Darya and I headed out that way first and then returned to Umeda for some shopping.

Has anyone else noticed that I’ve started shopping for clothes once a month? Is this at all disconcerting to anyone else?

Woot! Got me a letter from Vicki of Wau-con-da today! AND seashells from North Carolina!

Score!

“I have to ask you an important question.”

I met with a potential Japanese conversation exchange partner by the name of Maiko today. Her English is at a minimal level, but then again, so is my Japanese. We got along pretty well in spite of these inhibitors.

At one point, she looked across the table at me quite seriously and said, “I have to ask you an important question.”

I nodded, expecting something like: How serious of a student are you? How good is your English? Y’know, something pertaining to my language level or what not.

“Do you know the show Tru Calling?”

I can only imagine what my expression must have looked like.

Seriously.

Dude, if Eliza Dushku ever came to Japan, I think she would be pleased to know she’s gathered a bit of a following here. It amuses me to no end. It’s like a sign. I picked me a good ‘un to have a celebrity crush on. :-D (Damn, I’m so going to…)

Regarding the actual meeting itself, we communicated in a mixture of English, Japanese, and French. Maiko-san had been a French major in school and so when neither of us could quite express ourselves in Japanese or English, we tried in French.

She also enjoys linguistics, as I discovered when I showed her my copy of The Study of Language.

We met at 1:30 this afternoon and parted company something around 5:00. I was quite surprised with this so I really hope this works out.

Nobody wants to be a killer…

Hollow.

Cold.

Nobody wants to be a killer…

The edge has by no means diminished. You’re just unconscious of it now.

I’m not walking away from this alive…

…and nobody else is, either.

I start to shake.

I’m afraid.

I can’t win this, and I’m afraid.

Afraid that when I fail, no one will stop you.

No one.

I’m going to fail in this, and I know it.

The mountain embraces me again. Fine. If I’m going down, maybe I’ll get to take you with me.

There are countless wounds; if you add them all together, I’m pretty sure their fatal. But I’m unconscious of them.

I can’t feel a thing.

We’re not rivals, and we’re certainly not friends. I don’t know what this relationship is. When you look at me, you’re not seeing me and I have no idea who or what you’re seeing. Maybe all you see is someone standing in your way. Who knows?

When I look at you, I see a killer.

Nobody wants to be a killer…

No. That’s not true. I see a killer wearing my friend’s face. That’s what’s gonna make this a thousand times harder.

The circles are broken. I can’t see them. The gods are veiled, but I know they’re there. What game are they playing at?

Here I come…

You…you killed me…

I killed you…

Nobody wants to be a killer…

Saturday lunch gang

I was wicked tired and forgetful the other day and I wanted to throw this post up.

Every Saturday at work, a whole mess of geeks take over the 14th Floor lounge. It started that way because the Refresh Room is usually overrun with people and there’s no where to sit.

Our gang consists of such geeks. This past week, we were casting the live action GI Joe movie. We’ve debated X-Men, Star Trek, Transformers and a whole slew of other geeky material. We have even scared away people from the lounge because of our geek factor.

I’m definitley gonna miss this come October when two of our gang will go back to the states.

I blame Mark

Remember a while back when Mark was posting about Insomnia? Well, I don’t think I have insomnia or anything like that, presently I just can’t seem to sleep…but it still feels right to blame Mark for this.

Or Chris.

Somehow, this is all the fault of the Ordonii (Ordoni/Ordon’ai…whatever, let’s not have that debate on THIS thread since it’s already on askmark).

I bet you’re wondering how. For the record, it makes sense in my head. Also, I can kill you with my brain.

Wait, I mean…I just kinda got a scent of something. I think I may have a little more to add into my gorram fic and if I don’t write it down, then I’m screwed. This is all because of Chris.

Yes, yes, it makes sense, people. It’s all because of Chris.

Chris, I hate you. This is your fault. I have to work at 7:30. I don’t like 7:30. It doesn’t like me. It’s mutual not so much on the liking.

Crap. My head is not working right. I mean, I keep thinking things.

AHA! That’s it! I’m thinking! I can’t not think! That’s what it is. I have story thoughts, and house thoughts, and doubts thoughts, maybe some naughty thoughts…hehehehe…what has this country done to me?

Okay. Last part. Lie.

Or was it????

Oh snap. I’m losing it.

This is still Mark’s fault.

Wait…WHAT???

I just finished Veronica Mars…

WTF???????

Still have to mull this over.

And still pissed about the, “He killed my father!” line.

Seriously.