Which means "I did it! I studied!" and is what I said as I was leaving from my kanji quiz today.
The poor shy TA from Japan just about choked to death laughing at me and my joy over being marginally less pathetic a student than usual. She's also probably really happy to not have to grade my butchery of her language this time too.

Yaaaay.

"The Super-Catwalk... of Space!"

What the hell is that?
Apparently it's my own friends-page. Um.

I never use the thing, because time-was everybody you friended was on there, not just the ones you were "watching" (which sounds totally creeper btw). And I was in about a billion comics fandom communities, and our dearly-departed Scans_Daily alone was enough to spit out 10-pages-a-day of back-log.
So I never bothered with it.

But now, because I keep missing the latest gossip in JE fandom, I figured I'd give it another shot. So I went through and cleaned the thing up, and then got side-tracked in another tab (*is totally the Tab-Queen*).

And then I looked at my tabs and saw "The Super-Catwalk... of Space!" and thought "Wow! Somebody else in JE is a Legion fan too?! How exciting!!"



Nope. It's just me.

I should write myself letters and shit, because apparently I'll forget all about it, and just think I've made a new friend. Geez.



To 2004-Self: Why is it even a catwalk? IDEK.

Waaaaaaah! (<-sound of me whiiiining)

How has it come to be that my only real options for this fall are CSU Dominguez Hills... or NEET-dom.


SCUDH Pros:
BA Anthropology, with potential focus in Archaeology
BA Philosophy: Religious Studies

And let's face facts, it's now the only CSU in the entire region that's still open.

SCUDH Cons:
Carson, CA.
Carson, CA.
And for good measure, Carson, CA.

Waaaaaaaaaaaah! I love my condo and my roomies, I don't want to mooooooove!

I got home just now from my parents' place where we were watching the ending of Maou, and as I was coming up the stairs to see Bree, I was all set to get onto a roll about how much it pissesmeoff!/kindofimpressesme! that my father has this uncanny ability to wait until the absolute-heaviest, most climactic scene of any film, and utterly ruin it by opening his obnoxious mouth with some ignorant white-trash, dumb-ass comment.

That may sound a tad harsh...but seriously he does it every time! During everything! If we watched Bambi he'd wait until "Your mother can't be with you anymore" to tell us how bloodsports are a noble manlyAmericanman's-man's pastime, and anyone who disagrees is obviously a commie faggot. He'd probably throw in a whiney lisp and limp wrist for good measure, because that always goes over so well with my mom and me (I think I've been making the "Maou-face" long before Ohno).  It's like either a statistical miracle, or my father is a sadistic evil genius...Hmm...


So as I'm getting up the last few steps and I see Alex and Bree in their room, I start into it, "You know, I think my dad has some kind of super-power! I mean freakin' seriously, anytime we're in the middle of watching something..." And this is of course when I notice the big huge OMG!dramatic scene currently unfurling on the TV beside me. "Um. Nevermind."

I think they're watching Letters from Iwo Jima. There may even have been a crying Nino. Crap.


This post is about me hiding in my room with my tail between my legs, lamenting the fact that "inability to read the atmosphere" is apparently hereditary. Crap crap crap.

So what if I was mildly interested in seeing if I would go an entire year without an update, like my MySpace.
THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT. (THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I WILL USE ALL CAPS, LIKE THE END OF ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.)
PRESENTING:
THE BEBE-YOKO PIC-SPAM OF COMPLETE AND UTTER WIN.

DAMN YOU, APRIL, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. AND BREE, YOU ENABLER YOU. "DOWNFALL OF MY ADULT LIFE" FOR REALZ.

So back on the 5th I went about my day with a smile, not even bothering to look anything up, knowing that my country had made the right choice, and secure in my belief that surely my state had done the same.
Then I got home and found out the truth.
And then I got so drunk that I passed out for the first time in years, and tried to convince myself it was all just some terrible, wacky dream because surely there weren't that many hate-filled hearts living all around me.
Surely?



What happened to us, California? How is this possible?