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September 6, 2005 at 2:22 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
“The OC”
and “Laguna Beach”
So, since it’s summer time, I’ve had the chance to catch up with some television (well, that and the fact that I’ve been trying to limit my anime intake a little). Anyhow, I’ve finally been able to sit down and watch episodes of The OC and Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County…. And really, after seeing the shows, I can’t imagine what people outside of the OC must think of people who live in the OC.
Now I’m at an impasse — as idiotic as it sounds, it seems like the lives of these drama-filled people are completely empty. On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind a good massage, or a hot surfer dude once in a while.
Additionally, I find it interesting that all the girls seem to look the same — which, really, should be impossible. So I figure that most of it is make up — and if it’s make up, then I could probably do it if I wanted to… If I lost about 20 lbs and got a tit job.
So here’s my first question to you: If you lived in the OC like me, would you:
A: Not associate with typical OC-ers, but watch them religiously on TV and make fun of them as they come on while being secretly jealous that they have a seemingly unending stream of money.
B: When in Rome, do as the Romans do… and try to BECOME a typical TV-type OC-er (Only asian… But still blonde!)…
or
C: Go GTA-style insane and start taking all the ferrarris and lamborghinis for joyrides while running over OC peeps for points.
My second question:
Are there any weird stereotypes about the place that you live?
September 5, 2005 at 2:37 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
If it’s just a phase…
How come I never grew out of it?
I remember when it started. I was in fourth grade. My two
front teeth had just grown out [giant, by the way, I had to get them
filed down], I was as skinny as the new immigrants in my class and just
as dark. I got back our class picture, and I was standing next to
the cutest girl in our class. She was wearing a little-bo-peep
type dress, while I was wearing hot pink leggings with purple flowers
on it and a matching top. Next to her I looked like a dark little
beggar child that was really hungry.
That was when I entered my awkward phase.
I never really fit in….
And then I got my glasses. Man, not only was I a fairly
intelligent, weird lookin’ kid, I had to get glasses on top of
it. It just kind of topped the icing on my cupcake.
At least in Elementary school I was still in the ‘cool crowd’.
Middle school started in 5th grade for me… and from that point on,
I pretty much was no longer in the ‘cool crowd’. None of
the boys I liked liked me back [Ah, martin.. why did I send you an
anonymous love letter only to be found out and laughed at?], none of
the pretty girls talked to me except in class to ask me about
schoolwork.
I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have friends and all, but I
definitely was not a social butterfly, as much as I would have liked to
be.
So this feeling of awkwardness that began so young — I guess I was
around 10 — has never really left me. When you read about
it in all those teen novels or see it on TV, they always tell teenagers
that it’s just a phase that they’re going to grow out of. Indubitably,
most of these ‘awkward teens’ are hotnesses like Rachael Leigh Cook or
Hillary Duff or Lindsey Lohan, but the message still comes
through — and gives one hope.
Except I’m 22…
…and then I tag along with a friend to a sorority party,
or some kind of mixer where there’s all these beautiful blonde
socialites, or even go clubbing…. and it all comes back to me how
dorky and awkward I am in the company of the ‘cool kids’.
Except we’re not kids anymore… and I still don’t fit into the in crowd.
I don’t have the right conversation, the right clothes, the right makeup, the right hair style, the right speaking mannerisms.
… worst of all, I don’t have the confidence.
But.. at least I get worshipped.
What childhood ‘phase’ have you never been able to shake?
September 4, 2005 at 9:17 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Public Apology:
I deeply apologize for yesterday’s entry.
When I read it again this morning, I felt like my brain was going to explode. Who knew such filth could come from anywhere but my anus? It appears I need a sphincter for my brain to regulate the leakage of teeny-bopperness that lives deep down somewhere within me.
But… more on that another day.
“It nearly killed me.”
…holden caulfield makes me think.
So, in true back-to-school fashion (even though I’m 22 now), I went to Barnes yesterday and bought (among other books on the required reading table) Catcher in the Rye. After finishing a couple of the other books that I bought which were both written in a woman’s point of view by women (Secret Garden and Rebecca), I was surprised and a little refreshed by the difference in the voice of the narration.
What was most interesting is that because I was thinking along in an especially feminine point of view [probably due to reading the two other books in quick succession], I noticed even more clearly that the more involved I became with Holden [the main character in Catcher], the more I began to think with Holden’s voice in my mind. I even started inserted some of his catch phrases into my train of thought while I was thinking of other things.
It’s wonderous, how easily mouldable the mind can be.
In what ways do you tend to pick up the mannerisms of the media in which you immerse yourself? Quotes? Movements? Thoughts?
September 3, 2005 at 3:55 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
~LyKe OMG! Im t0taLLie 12!~!*
pLz leave mee comm3nts!! dey make meeh f33l haPPie!
So lyke.. Ok… um yea. I haB notiNg reallie 2 talk aBt todaeeee.. Butt! im goinG to rite s0metiNg n e way! just b-cuZ i’m 12 and I tink PPL neeeed to knO wen I hab nOting goOd to sae. k. bye!!
O! i rote dis ~*PoEm*~ 4 u guYz 2day! teLL me wat u tiNk…
i lYke it wen u comm3nt
it’z lyKe dey’re heaven s3nt
i d0n’t lysten to my par3ntz
were hab my unDiEz w3nt?
LyKe OMG! t3LL me wat you TiNk aboUt de pOem K:?! K??
O yea~! I alsO maDe dis Pictur! isnt it kEWL? i did it in adobe Potoshop!
DoNt heSiTatE 2 teLL meeH how tALenTed I am!!
teE heE heEee…
hee heEeh.
heeEh.
heeeh.
heEeEh.
…im so tired now…
September 2, 2005 at 3:06 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
The old days:
After pubes, before alcohol.
Everybody talks about how they miss childhood, how much they miss being kids without a care in the world. Me too.
I miss the old days too.
However, lately I’ve been thinking about another life of mine. —
My web life. I started making webpages in
1997 and I started blogging in 1999 — which means I was
about oh… 16 or 17 when I began to chronical my online life.
Needless to say, because there weren’t very many people on the
internet back then — much less people on the internet that were my
age, so I didn’t really have many people to compare myself or emulate
as far as online journals went… And really, there weren’t enough
people on the internet to read what I was writing anyway.
I feel like I lost a bit of my internet childhood because of that.
You see, these days I go on the internet and I am innundated by the
mass of underaged girls blasting their photos, their bad grammer, their
shitty poems, and their crappy “digital art” at me… And I
realize, regardless of how shitty their stuff is, more people see the
crap they spout onto the internet than they ever did when my
shitty stuff first came online.
WHY NOT ME?
*I* want to show you all my shitty “digital art”!
*I* want to regale you with my crappy ass poems! ! !
—————————
…It’s kind of like how you can shit everywhere and
anywhere as a baby, but when you grow up, you learn how to keep
that shit to yourself and deal with it in your private time.
So, for the next few days, I will be writing the
type blogs that I see everywhere and that recently I have not been
able to condescend myself into writing…. Simply because I miss the
old days.
Stay tuned tomorrow for: Kim becomes a teeny-bopper!
What do younger people have today that you wish you had?
September 2, 2005 at 4:00 am · Filed under Rigamarole
The old days:
After pubes, before alcohol.
Everybody talks about how they miss childhood, how much they miss being kids without a care in the world. Me too.
I miss the old days too.
However, lately I’ve been thinking about another life of mine. —
My web life. I started making webpages in
1997 and I started blogging in 1999 — which means I was
about oh… 16 or 17 when I began to chronical my online life.
Needless to say, because there weren’t very many people on the
internet back then — much less people on the internet that were my
age, so I didn’t really have many people to compare myself or emulate
as far as online journals went… And really, there weren’t enough
people on the internet to read what I was writing anyway.
I feel like I lost a bit of my internet childhood because of that.
You see, these days I go on the internet and I am innundated by the
mass of underaged girls blasting their photos, their bad grammer, their
shitty poems, and their crappy “digital art” at me… And I
realize, regardless of how shitty their stuff is, more people see the
crap they spout onto the internet than they ever did when my
shitty stuff first came online.
WHY NOT ME?
*I* want to show you all my shitty “digital art”!
*I* want to regale you with my crappy ass poems! ! !
—————————
…It’s kind of like how you can shit everywhere and
anywhere as a baby, but when you grow up, you learn how to keep
that shit to yourself and deal with it in your private time.
So, for the next few days, I will be writing the
type blogs that I see everywhere and that recently I have not been
able to condescend myself into writing…. Simply because I miss the
old days.
Stay tuned tomorrow for: Kim becomes a teeny-bopper!
September 1, 2005 at 7:42 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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September 1, 2005 at 2:44 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
EroEroHentaiYo- I watch entirely too much anime.
What do you do too much of?
Whenever I tell people I watch anime [otherwise known as japanese animation — i.e. cartoons from japan], people ask me which ones I’ve watched. I always try to list the top names, the most popular ones, etc… but it never seems enough. Usually the other person has seen some that I haven’t seen. — which makes me feel inadequate… Even though the reason isn’t because I haven’t watched enough anime, it’s because there’s entirely too much anime out there to watch!
So, for those of you who have wondering minds, here is a jolly list of all the anime series I’ve watched…. No more need to ask “Have you seen…?”
Actually, no, try asking. I only wrote down all I could remember… Probably not all that I’ve watched. Anyhow, here’s the list (NOT COUNTING MOVIES):
.hack//legend of twilight.
Abenobashi Magical Shopping Street
Adventures of Mini-Goddess
Ah! My Goddess.
Ai Yori Aoshi.
Aishiteruze Baby.
Angelic Layer.
Astro Boy
Ayashi no Ceres.
Azumanga Daioh.
BLEACH.
Blue Bird.
Card Captor Sakura.
Chobits.
Condor Heros.
Cowboy Bebop.
Debut.
Detective Academy Q.
Digi Charat.
DNAngel.
Dragon Ball (original, Z, GT).
Ebichu.
El Hazard.
Escaflowne.
Evangeleon.
Excel Saga.
FLCL.
Fruits Basket.
Full Metal Panic.
Full Moon Wo Sagashite.
Fushigi Yuugi.
Ghost in the Shell.
Giant Robo.
Go Go Speed Racer
Golden Boy.
Great Teacher Onizuka.
Green Green.
Groove Adventure Rave.
Haibane Ranmei.
Hana Yori Dango.
Hand Maid Mai.
Happy Lesson.
Hellsing.
Hikaru no Go.
Honey & Clover.
I My Mee! Strawberry Eggs.
I’ll Make a Habit of It.
Initial D.
Inu-Yasha
Iria.
Irresponsible Captain Tylor
Jubei-chan.
Kanon.
Kare Kano [His and Her Circumstances]
Kenshin.
Kimi ga Nozomu Eien.
Kodomo no Omocha.
Kogepan Mini Series.
Lain
Last EXILE.
Love Hina.
Magic Knight Rayearth.
Mahou Tsukai Tai.
Marmalade Boy.
Midori no Hibi.
Miracle Girls.
Naruto.
Noir.
One Piece.
Onegai Teacher.
Patlabor
Peach Girl.
Pokemon.
Pretear.
Prince of Tennis.
Ranma 1/2.
Read or Die.
Record of Loddoss War.
Rurouni Kenshin.
Sailor Moon. (original, R, S, SuperS, Stars)
Saiyuki.
Samurai Champloo.
Samurai Pizza Cats.
School Rumble.
Scrapped Princess.
Silent Mobius
Slam Dunk.
Tenchi.
Tenjou Tenge.
Tenshi na Konamaiki
Tokyo Underground.
Trigun.
Urasei Yatsuura.
Utena
Vampire Hunter D
Vampire Miyu
Vandread.
Video Girl Ai.
Weis Kreuz
Witch Hunter Robin.
X
You’re Under Arrest.
Yu Yu Hakusho.
Yu-Gi-Oh.
*Note, SOME of these I’ve seen dubbed, but I’ve seen ALL of them subtitled at one point or another.
Damn. I had to put that shit into Excel so I could get rid of duplicates!… At last count, it was 100+ series. NOT COUNTING MOVIES. This is only TV and OAV (or as some of you call it, OVA).
Unbelievable. Some of these have upwards of 200 episodes. And a lot of them I’ve watched all the way through more than once.
What do you do entirely too much of?
August 31, 2005 at 2:50 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
VAGINAL SECRETIONS:
Coming soon, to your neighborhood!
Friends, let us start a new revolution in the game commonly referred to as the “PENIS” game.
For
those of you who do not know, the “PENIS” game is where you and your
friends take turns saying the word “PENIS” in a public place, gradually
getting louder and louder.
The revolution that I would like to start would be this: Let us combine the PENIS game and Marco Polo with the two words
“VAGINAL SECRETIONS”.
… A game would go like this..
you “vaginal”
friend “secretions!”
you “VAginal!”
friend “SECREtions!!!”
you “VAAAGIIINALLL!!!!!”
friend “SECREEEETIOOOOOOONNNS!!”
Try this out the next time you’re at a mall, on a bus, or even on an elevator.
With love,
Kim.
August 31, 2005 at 1:29 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Friends, let us start a new revolution in the game commonly referred to as the “PENIS” game.
For those of you who do not know, the “PENIS” game is where you and your friends take turns saying the word “PENIS” in a public place, gradually getting louder and louder.
The revolution that I would like to start would be this: Let us combine the PENIS game and Marco Polo with the two words
“VAGINAL SECRETIONS”.
… A game would go like this..
you “vaginal”
friend “secretions!”
you “VAginal!”
friend “SECREtions!!!”
you “VAAAGIIINALLL!!!!!”
friend “SECREEEETIOOOOOOONNNS!!”
Try this out the next time you’re at a mall, on a bus, or even on an elevator.
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