Thank goodness it won't poison the minds of any little children who happen to see it! Here, take a look. If only ALL movie trailers were this sweet and perfect.
I've been listening to it for almost an hour. I just can't get it out of my head. I don't want it to go. I am actually interested in this game because of this piece of music. It they can do so well with just the MUSIC, I can't imagine how amazing the rest of the game must be.
I... I can't even describe the places this makes my head go.
Yes, yes, I know you've all been going mad with grief over my lack of posting, but my summers are always very busy. xD Sorry! Anyways, here's a wonderful poem. I have permission to post this, given by the author - as long as I provide credit. So here it is - something to think about.
I hate people who don't respect my privacy.
I hate people who expect too much out me.
I hate people who are ignorant and tries to be all knowing.
I hate people who tries to stop trees from growing.
I hate people who can't change for their own lives
I hate people who cheat on their husbands and wives.
I hate people who treats some individuals like crap
I hate people who only use their mouths to yap.
Enough with this hating and pain..
I will seriously go insane.
Life has given us enough shit.
So why don't we love for a little bit?
I love people who gives me space.
I love people who understands my pace.
I love people who dedicates themselves to learn.
I love people who let that joint burn.
I love people who can stand up for a fight.
I love people who are loyal every night.
I love people who don't bully the weak.
I love people who don't gossip or peek.
See how simple it is to love.
You don't need influence from above...
I have 30 emails more than that bastard does. THANK YOU SO MUCH. not like most of them were just me listening in on a conversation between Bean and Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing or anything
Warning: huge wall of text coming. xD You really should read it though. Girl With A Really Long Braid wrote this for me. HOW KIND! x3 I'm off to the lake now, so no blog posts for like... two weeks. Feel free to check out http://gentleoceanmichuru.deviantart.com/journal/42523512/ if you're wondering why two weeks. You really only need to read the first part. :3 EMail me lots! I LOVE COMING HOME TO PILES OF EMAILS! It makes me feel loved. :'D Also, my loser of a bro, Tummy, gets one email every day from I Can Haz Cheezburger and I realllly want more emails than him. He already has two. HELP ME DEFEAT MY BROTHER IN POPULARITY! Even though his only 'popularity' comes from a website that automatically sends him emails. Colombian Rice Eater, your hatred for Tummy, should outshine even your desire to make me feel alone and unloved, am I right?
I'm sitting in front of my computer. I have a guest entry for my friend's blog I need to finish soon and I'm drawing a blank. I've thought about all the thing in my life that bring me joy or can at least make me focus long enough. Then, like an epiphany I never imagined I could have I thought of what I could write about.
Pure, unconnected ramblings.
I need to start somewhere so I'll start with the basics. A self introduction. Now a warning before I get any further, I have no idea what'll happen at the end of this entry. If you find yourself confused, it's fine. If you understand every word of this and have followed it all the way to the end. There's something wrong with and I think I'll take a few cautious steps away from you.
I am, without a doubt, just an mildly ordinary person. I'm the type of person that if we've only met once and haven't seen each other in a few days, you'll probably forget. Well mostly. I may remember your face and say hello to you or give you a nod as I pass you. You'll probably smile cautiously, you might even say hello if you're that type of person. But you'll be squinting your eyes at me as if by bluring my face you'll remember me better. You might have a vague sense of knowing me, but unable to place exactly how you know me. I've had this happen to me a few times, with the exception of this one girl who came to bring my family and I our ice cream treats at the Dairy Queen, the girl who insisted she knew me from her sister's soccer team. I haven't been on a soccer team for years, and in another province at that! Yet somehow this girl was smiling away and somehow knew my name. I was (naturally) slightly disturbed at the fact that there might be a person running around my city looking like me. I wonder if she likes the same things as I do, like One Piece or writing or scaring my dog with the vaccum cleaner (yes I'm a terrible person, moving on now!). I wonder if she has the same skills as me like writing or staring at the sky and knowing exactly what time it is. Whoever she may or may not be, I sincerly hope she's the good version of us. Because if I myself am as bad as I could be, well, I'm both relieved and disappointed. I am the rare person who likes the way they look. I eat what I want, wear what I want and can look in the mirror and all I can think of how nice it would be to take a bar of soap and write nonsense all over it. Especially since it's my sister's job to clean the mirrors and glass. (Note: I have done so before and I hide in my room, right up against the door she was trying to break down as she screamed at me to come clean up my mess and other less than nice sentences.)
I like my name because, it's kinda badass the way I got it. I'm not named after relatives or fictional characters my parents worshipped (as I consider naming my children, if I have any). No, my mother named me simply because her dreams told her to. She was in the hospital, still unsure of what to name me. When she fell asleep that night she had a dream, she saw her mother (my grandmother, no dur) sitting in a chair holding a baby. She looked up at my mother and asked if she wanted to see her newborn baby daugher, *insert my name here*. Now, I can't tell what caused this dream, maybe it was fate, maybe it was some kind of meds the doctors were giving her. But sure enough, I can't help but feel a little more awesome knowing my name has some cool back story. I feel even more awesome knowing my sister was given her name simply for reasons my dad can't remember, though he's pretty sure it's because he thought it sounded nice. I have another sibling, a little brother who will now and forever be refered to as "Minion". A nickname he has accepted and responds to. I've heard one of his friends has started calling her little brother "Minion", I feel very proud of myself. Minion and I get along pretty well. I'm not sure if it's because I'm several years older than him but somehow or another I can hang around him a little longer than my sister. Who is the type of person who worries what others think of her and can get downright nasty if I bother her (which I do, what can I say? I can't help it!). I once got into an arguement and she threw her figure skates at me. I got a very large bruise. I was not happy. When she's on her own, she mostly ignores you or snaps at you to leave her alone. When she's around her friends, she's just...well...I can't describe it really... She just gets in a way that makes you want to slap her across the cheek and scream at her.
But enough about that, this rambling is to jump from one subject to another and I don't want to get stuck on one subject for too long. I'm a lucid dreamer, and I'm also a daydreamer. In my dreams, I've felt pain, visited more one place more than once and time has gone by. Although my friends seem to think it's impossible, I have died in my dreams. But only for a few moments, than I became a sort of zombie and went on a berserker blood rage on the people who shot me. I've been running or walking before and tripped or missed a step, than been dimly woken up becase my foot suddenly jerked down as if I were falling into a pothole of some sorts. I've had my dreams put on pause while I was suddenly awoken, and than put on play when I fell back to sleep. I can wake myself up from my dream. I force myself to open my real eyes. It took a bit of practice and the feeling is...unnatural. It's tearing yourself away from a world and being throw back into reality. My daydreams are vivid, with clear color and clear sound. My eyes are tired from staring at this screen, I blame the stupid bargain bin DS game I've been playing for hours (time wasted unwisely). The game is beside me, it's the stupidest game but I want to beat it. Whether I litterally beat it and throw it out the window or finish the game is unclear at this time. I think I'm a little crazy, I talk to myself or imaginary people/friends because I'm bored, I talk to inanimate objects. I talk to my OCs or favorite characters because sometimes they're the only people I can talk to at the moment and can listen to me rant it out in my head. I have no train of thought, just a large empty space where words and ideas mesh together and sometimes make the long journey from my head to my mouth. I start sentences and sometimes don't finish them because I've lost interest or my brain has decided to switch to another subject (something that really annoys my friends). I've been upgraded from a single bed to a double bed but still haven't gotten used to it. I still curl up into a little ball and wrap myself in all the blankets I can grab. It feels safe and cozy. I'm on msn right now as I write this, no one is online. All my friends are gone or sleeping. Forever alone~. I don't know what'll happen to me in the future. I just keep my grades up and deal with present or soon problems. Recently a bunch of people have asked me what I'll do in a few years, frankly I'm not sure. What I'm interested in now, I might not care for when the time comes. I'll never know. All I can do it go about things the way I want.
I'm reading over this and I realize how I've just been talking about myself. So let's talk about YOU.
YOU are a person I probably don't know or will never meet.
YOU are kinda a creeper if I really don't know, or will ever meet you.
I am getting one of these installed in my house. Some day. I swear to god. One day, even if it takes two decades for me to gather enough money, I AM GETTING ONE OF THESE INSTALLED IN MY HOUSE.
Or I could just buy Freakishly Smart Person's house. Hm...
Last night, Bean showed me an anime called Black Butler, or Kuroshitsuji. (Kuro = black, shitsuji = butler.) She wanted me to see something in the fourth episode, so I had to watch the first three so I would understand what was happening. We then watched episodes five and six, as episode four started a three-part thingy. Here's a brief explanation of what the show is about so far:
Twelve-year-old Ciel is the head of the Phantomhive family. His parents are dead - they died in a fire about three years ago. The Phantomhive family owns a toy-making empire in Victorian England, and so young Ciel is rich beyond belief. He has a butler, Sebastian, who is pretty much the ultimate butler. Not only is he perfect at all of his jobs, he is excellent at cleaning up the messes that the other four servants make - broken dishes (the maid), bad food (the cook), a destroyed garden (the gardener). (The fourth servant just chills with his tea. I wanna squeeze him! x3 Little old people are so cute...) This is what is normal, and what you would know if you just watched the daily goings-on at the Phantomhive mansion. However, here's what you probably wouldn't notice: Sebastian is actually a demon, bound to Ciel. Until Ciel has achieved his goal (sorry kids, I dunno what it is yet!), Sebastian must protect and serve him. Why? Well, when Ciel was ten - a little after the fire that destroyed his family and his home - he sold his soul to Sebastian. Now for some pictures of the Phantomhive people!
The servants - cook, maid, gardener, and cute old guy
Sebastian - the perfect servant
One hell of a butler
Ciel, the master of the household
The boy and his butler
There is a REASON for that eyepatch, yes...
... and this is why Sebastian wears gloves.
If Bean tries to get you to watch this with her, I recommend you just go with the flow. I had my doubts at first, too, but this is extremely good. Who do you think is my favorite character?
So I just got back from Bean's house. We had a sleepover - although, sadly, no more pictures of her sleeping. Or of Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing, because she wasn't there. Oh well...
The first thing I did when I got home was change clothes. The second thing was poop in the toilet. The third thing was check my email. (This is pretty much my morning routine, too, but without the food. I usually eat breakfast before I check my email. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. Time to find food! ... Okay, I'm back. Got a bowl full of cherries. I'm set!) I found six of them... yeah, I GUESS you could say I'm pretty popular? *bragbrag* However, one of the emails - from World Champion Pacer - stated the following:
I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but Colombian Rice Eater and I have been fighting about your blog (on your blog).
I deleted the blog post I sent you, so you could still post it to help you catch up and I would also appreciate having my name stay "World Champion Pacer" instead of "Le Dunce".
It's actually a win win, since I've been getting a lot of views on my Pretty Little Liars post and wouldn't mind having it stay on my homepage for a little longer.
Think about it, you have some catching up to do.
Seriously, I deleted the post yesterday. You're good to go :D
Look at me; a good friend helping you out and apologizing for what I did (BTW, sorry about posting before you posted).
Pleeeeaaaasee don't let Colombian Rice Eater win forgive me *_*
I must confess, I do enjoy the large font size. It's SPESHUL. However, the point is this: Actually, never mind, there are two points here:
1. I can now post another post, courtesy of le awesome World Champion Pacer.
2. I had a very amusing conversation to read in my other email account.
No, wait, there are three.
3. Not only do I feel incredibly inspired to blog today, I now am aware that at least one person definitely wants me to succeed in kicking Colombian Rice Eater's ass.
So, without further ado, le post. It's actually interesting. So READ IT. >:C
Hey, liac333 here!
It's finally coming! The debut album from the British beauty, Natalia Kills, is coming to Canada and the U.S. on August 16th!
YAY!
I know, I've been blogging about wanting this album (Perfectionist) for way too long...which is exactly why I'm posting this on Katrina's blog.
See the difference :D
My only fear at this point is that the album will suck, and my fragile little heart will be permanently damaged. I've been reading some reviews of the album, and they're all over the place; some say it's amazing, some say it's decent, and some say it's bad.
Curse people and their differing opinions!
Well, I've been liking the singles that she put on iTunes, so here's hoping that I like the rest of the album.
If you have the ability to tell time, you'll realize that August 16th is a month away, which is kind of a long time. Luckily, I've devised a list of things to do if...
You're a Natalia Kills fan
1. Listen to the five singles on iTunes.
2. Hang out at HMV and get familiar with the staff. Try and make it like an episode of Cheers when you walk in and everyone says your name in unison.
3. Go to Germany and buy the album there, you impatient little bugger!
or if...
You're not a Natalia Kills fan
1. Wait a minute, why do you even need a list? Just live your normal life and try to put up with the rest of us talking about Natalia Kills.
They're letting me post pictures of them sleeping! On this blog! Right now! :'D
Bean gave me a condition, however. To be allowed to post the picture of HER sleeping, I have to tell you about Jeffy. But first, LE PICTURES!
So the story of Jeffy! Okay, so once upon a time, I brought Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing to Waskesui with me. One day, we went to the Heart Lakes to feed the ducks, and canoe. Ignoring the gigantic PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in front of us - come on, it's a tradition! Plus everyone ignores it, at least at the Heart Lakes. They're speshul. Anyways - ignoring the sign, we ripped up about half a loaf of bread and fed it to the ducks. Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing decided to name one of them Jeffy, ignoring the fact that Jeffy was, indeed, a girl. She wanted to take Jeffy home with her, but Jeffy ran away when she realized what was happening. Then we went canoeing and everything was good.
Don't know how that's even remotely related to this but whatever. I'm sad that Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing has her face covered in the picture, but that's okey. The eraser beside her pretty much tells her life story. :D
Before I let you read the conversation, I need to quickly explain a couple things.
First of all, this is the second time I have been possessed by Q.0, who spoke to Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing with my cell phone.
Secondly, Q.0 is the creation of Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing. Q.0 is the alternate Me. She exists in the universe of Tree Man, an incredibly brilliant comic created by the aforementioned buttface. She's like me in many aspects, except, well... I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. ^^; Her favorite food is "ded mausQ." (That's Q.0-speak. In English, they are called "dead mice.") And no, you can't read Tree Man, unless Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing posts it online. Otherwise, it is Top Secret. I don't know why. Ask the dumb-butt yourself.
Thirdly, this is the vast majority of the conversation - from right after it began to right before it ended. You will know if you are being contacted by Q.0 if you receive a text message (or email) that says this: "haaiiiiii *wave*" You have been warned.
So here it is. Enjoy!
K: y u no trust me? i nish! Sailor Moon Fan Blahblahblah: Okay I guess I trust you, but I never really know what you're thinking. So idk if you even process what I'm saying. In fact I'm surprised you can even read what I'm saying and texting now. K: ... waht duz 'prooces' meen? SMF: Oh for frick sakes what is the point of you even. AHHH!!!!!!!!!! You drive me nuts. K: y u no luv me? I jusht wahnt fwend! u me fwends? SMF: Yeah I guess we are friends. Or fwends or whatever you'll understand. I mean I do spend a lot of time with you... for some reason. K: yay i haz fwend! mi fihst fwend! fwends givz pwezents wite? K: wite? fwends giv pwezents? K: shaywa mun faan no weave me! pweash cum back! K: *sniffle* dats okey... ish okey if yuu no lyk me... i shtill make mish pwesent fo yu... i shtill lyk yoo... u shtill nish even if yew no lyk mi SMF: I was raking pinecones. And yeah we're still friends but it isn't an obligation to make presents. K: yew... yew shtill lyk mi? yay! dat maks me hapi! i almosht dun pwesent... i maik nish pikcha fo yoo sowwy i no good at dwawing K: yay awl dun! SMF: Don't worry I'm not that good either. K: yuu betta dan me r... yoo lyk raynbos wite? an shtars and hartsh? it haz lots of doze! o wate im not shupposhed to tell waht yow pwesent is am i? birfdai pwesents is surpwises wite? Katweena says i nawt shupposhed to tell. okai yuu find owt on yo birfdai den :D o and Katweena sez she wus rong... udder ten persent grai marker she still haz. she sayz she sowwy she wuz rong. V: Well if she doesn't wanna give me her extra it's fine. I just remember her saying so. K: no no she tought dat she gav it too yu but she didnt cuz itsh hewe in Waskapoo. so she sez sowwy she wuz rong. hay... sinse i dwew yu a pikcha... can yu dwaw me wun? pwease? K: shaywa mun fann yew shtill dere? SMF: I guess? SMF: I said yeah I can draw you something. Oh how would Colombian Rice Eater get his rice powers? [he's also a Tree Man character] K: yay tank yew! uh can yew dwaw me... pictah uv us togedda! fwends! hay you nevah dwew a pictah uv me and dat gowjuss mannah! yew shaid u wood dwaw it fo me if i gav u Katweena bak! and i gav her bak but u didnt dwaw it. u meen! o wate but i gesh we wehnt fwends den... but we fwends now sho u gon dwaw dem to pictahs fo me wite? Rish Mashtah Adwian getz rishe powahs by gettin bited by radioa... by wadioact... by nucweaw powahed rishe. obviushly. SMF: You said draw a Reaver comic. Not you and Reaver derp. K: o. did u dwaw a weavah comic den? SMF: No I'm drawing Rice Mastah. K: but wuddabout weavah comic? an pictah uv us togedda as besht fwends? u no get Katweena bak untiw i haz weavah comic! bahaha! SMF: Well I'm going now anyway goodbye! ^-^ K: no wate fwend pwease don go! were u goin? SMF: People, places, things. K: pwease shtay! SMF: Meh K: u no tew Katweena i dwew a pictah fo yu okey? SMF: Uh... right. K: itsh a shecwet! fwends keep shecwets wite? if she nos shill giv it too yoo befow yo birfday. an iss a birfday pwesent. so no tell okey? SMF: Uh.. huh.... wtf is happening. K: y wahts happning? u okay? SMF: Uh well you are making about 72.83% sense right now. K: wut u no undahshtand? i hewp u undahshtand. i shmaht. SMF: You said Katrina is not gonna give me a present before my birthday? What does that matter???? K: o wew if yu tew Katweena i maid u a pwesent shill wook fo it an find it an giv it to u befow yo birfdai. an sinse iss a birfday pwesent dat wood be bad. undahshtand? SMF: Uh yeah. K: yay tank yu! o an Katweena ish shad cuz yuu sed u no cum to Waskapoo no mow. yoo com pwease? it wiw maik hew happi SMF: Maaaaybeee. K: dat make hew happi-ish. tank yu! o and Katweena shez wuts yo favwit choklit. K: hay did yu an Katweena have fite er sumtin? i tride too fiind owt but hew hed ish fulll uv big wurds dat me no knos. K: Katweena tinks me shpewwing ish bad! dat no tru rite? i haz good shpewwing! SMF: Well since I can understand you perfectly your spelling doesn't affect me! But yeah, you suck. And I like... a lot of chocolate? Not dark. K: she wahnts too nno whut kind uv choklit bar uu lyk. an my shpewwing ish not baad! i haz sooper good shpewwing! da teechah sed i wurk weawwy haard! SMF: Whoa u go to school? I never wrote that! Anywho I like Hershy and Caramilk and Dove. I liikeeee Dove. SMF: But I'm trying to stay away from junk food. K: so u lyk duv an caremilk? okey i wiw tehl Katweena. course i went to kinnergarden didnt yu? SMF: Yes I did. I don't want chocolate thought. That would be the opposite of what I want. I'm trying not to eat as much junk food. K: o. so no choklit den? SMF: No unfortunately.
So she fiiiiiinally sent me a post for le blog. THIS ONE STOOPID And I can't post it until today, so I look at blogs before posting on my own.
AND WHAT DO I SEE.
BITCH POSTED IT ON HER OWN.
And so now I can't put it on my own blog BECAUSE SHE KISSES MONKEYS. ON THEIR BUTTS.
Ironically, however, her SENDING me the blog post actually gave me another one, to replace the one that the BITCH wonderful person stole. Let me explain.
When I first received the post in my email, I was confused. I did not know who was sending this email to me. After a second of thought, I thought it might be Girl With A Really Long Braid, because Le Mystery Sender had the same first name. Then after another second of thought, I realized who had actually sent it, because of the last name: World Champion Pacer's Cool Sister. At first I had Blahblah's Little/Younger Sister but her sister is too cool (heeence the name) to be just her little sister.
Now you may be wondering why World Champion Pacer's Cool Sister was sending me a blog post. The answer: she didn't. World Champion Pacer actually sent me the post from her sister's email account. By accident. So I notified World Champion Pacer's Cool Sister, by sending her this.
"Hello, World Champion Pacer's* little sister. xD Would you mind telling World Champion Pacer that she is a dunce, and used your email instead of hers? Thank you so much. And yes, you can quote me. 'Dunce.'"
*Name has been changed, although not by request.
This is what she replied, which make her a Cool Sister as opposed to a Little Sister.
"Hey. For sure I'll call her a dunce... I like that word :) Haven't heard it in awhile, though... but, yeah, I'll call her a dunce for you ;)"
HOW KIND SHE IS :'D
And then World Champion Pacer sent me this.
"SORRY! Me and my sister share the little e-mail account space on our mac, and i forgot to check XD For the record, I'm double checking that I'm sending this from my account, so if it shows up as my sister's it is not my fault (and was never my fault...although it was probably my fault). Also, way to creep out my sister. Also, are you using the post or not?!"
World Champion Pacer then explained exactly what happened.
"I was changing in my room and she knocked on the door and asked to come in. I, of course, said no. She then said; "Oh, well, Katrina called you a dunce."
My response was the following facial expression; O_-- Followed by; "HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY E-MAILS!"
Then she explained it to me and I was kind of like "oh...I am a dumb-ass."
Then I'm pretty sure she e-mailed you, then I e-mailed you as well.
THE END"
Large font courtesy of le dunce.
I'm seriously debating making Le Dunce her new pseudonym... what do you think?
This one was for the older sister of the little girl who got the bear. She's three or four. I REALLY had fun with this one - unfortunately, my yellow pretty much died. xD The hair was fun though. It turned out perfectly - which, believe me, is REALLY rare. The little tunic is removable. I modified the pattern a little bit - slightly shorter arms (it was the only way I had enough room for the pattern on the fabric xD) and waaay better ears, so he actually looks like an elf. The old ones were pretty crappy, believe me! Once again, ooooooodles of fabric paint used for pretty much EVERYTHING.
ISN'T HIS FACE ADORABLE?!?!?! ^3^
Pleaaaase tell me what you like here! I think it's my best plushie I've done so far... it certainly took a long time! xD Oh, and are you guys interested in seeing some early plushies? Like from a few years ago?
This plushie was also for a young baby. REALLY young... like not even a year old yet. So I decided to make her a little teddy bear... pretty small, so she could hold it without being engulfed in fur. I chose the softest fabric I own for this - seriously, you cannot imagine the utter joy created by holding this wonderful toy. Believe me, it's amazing. Thank goodness she's a girl! :D Also, I'l admit... even though I'm not a girly girl (not THAT much, okay?!) I really like this shade of pink. It's pretty but not BAM PINK BITCHES! Like this is:
OH LOOK BOOBS! Now that I've guaranteed that you're all interested, I shall continue.
So once again, I used fabric paint for the details, because, once again, little children like to eat things. I quite like the face it has. Pretty cute, no? :3 I also admit that I quite enjoy the shiny pearlescent effect one it's dry. My other paints don't do this. Once again, I am lucky! :D
Oh, and just so you know, the elastic band got removed before she was wrapped up. It was tied tightly to give the bear a bit of a neck. I would have tied a ribbon around her, but, again, little children enjoy eating things. Le big sigh.
So since Colombian Rice Eater said he would like to see plushies I've made (I'm sure that has NOTHING to do with the fact he wants me to make him one) I'm posting some of them. Hurrah! So first I'll be posting three different plushies I've made for assorted little children last Christmas. The kids are all the children of various cousins, so they're my... first cousins once removed. Right? Right.
First up! Little doll in a snowsuit for a little girl about, oh, one year old? Give or take. First pic is the front, second pic is the back. Derp.
Obviously I can make more complicated stuff than this, but it's not like a baby needs a whole lot of detail. I made the hair and face with non-toxic fabric paint. Appliques take too long and can be removed by a child chewing on them. Same with buttons. I could have emroidered the face but SWEET JESUS that takes HOURS and when you buy, make, and wrap about 50 presents each Christmas, that's time you just don't have. xD plusI'mreallybadatembroidery Even if the kid DOES somehow manage to eat the doll's face off, it'll be fine because it's non-toxic.
I would like to make one thing very clear before we begin: I do NOT use any of the Cheezburger network, and I don't plan on it. It's pretty much the biggest waste of time that exists on the internet. (Except porn. Porn is the absolute worst.) Today, the urge to look randomly struck me... and I discovered that there are so many things on there that I could have posted myself. For example:
Although with me, it was more games than just Pokemon. And actually this was when I was about 12, as we didn't have any video games until then. When I was 10, I read books with my nightlight or lava lamp.
No explanation required.
If you ever get the chance to use one of these... do. Please do. They are AWESOME. They don't heat the air (used way less electricity), don't use recycled air (which blasts MORE germs onto your hands), and are reallllly powerful.
And then there are the things that happen ALL THE TIME.
My issue is usually with the TV though... I pretty much never use my iPod. Quiet show, then REALLY LOUD COMMERCIALLLL. Pisses me off. Don't even have a chance to mute it before my eardrums explode...
BRAIN. Y U SO STUPID? I threw a tube of toothpaste down the laundry chute once. I've thrown banana peels in the garbage and put Kleenexes in the compost. I don't think there's a person alive who hasn't done something like this at least once.
I doubt you guys remember, but if you do... remember that time I turned white in the middle of English? Remember Sabine helping me down the stairs because I was incapable of remaining upright on my own? Remember me leaving school because I was in pain? Remember me throwing up because it was so bad? (Okay, so none of you were there, but it happened.) Yeah. Periods suck. Usually not as bad as that, but they still do.
Now finally...
May I just say "story of my life?"
Have you guys ever seen a comic on Memebase or some other random website that could have been made by you? SHOW ME FOOLS!
So this is part twooooo of Epic Pictures From The Anime Convention. It's a little shorter than part one. I think. BE HAPPY BITCHES!
First off, a terrifying costume that actually scared me. You wanna creep people out? Don't do gore. Do No-Face. That's actually why this picture wasn't taken from close up or right in front of them. It was waaaay too scary. xD
This person, cosplaying as Sailor Jupiter, admittedly made me really really happy. It was a joy to see someone in a Sailor Moon cosplay. Hopefully there will be more than one person next year! :D
Finally, (WHAT ONLY THREE?) a really REALLY amazing cosplay of Zelda. I mean WHOA.
More pictures tomorrow. Well, later today, I suppose. Also, from the few responses I have received, I've heard that you guys want to hear about my dreams. A warning: You guys are in a LOT of them. :D Also, question: Would you guys be interested in seeing art I've made/photos I've taken/plushies I've made?
As promised - and only about a month and a half late! - pictures form the anime convention in June! Keep in mind that the vast majority of these costumes were made by hand by the person wearing them. Part Two should be up in a few more minutes - I don't want too many pictures in each post.
Slightly Creepy Person, in a cool costume, with a cool pose.
Supreme Harem Master being very sexy in her cosplay.
A closeup of Supreme Harem Master and her Psyduck.
Closet DaD Fan's cosplay of, I believe, a Naruto character named Sakura.
A closeup of her shoes.
Our beloved Anime Club Leader, in her award-winning costume.
And now, ME! I'm in the process of mindraping Slightly Creepy Person. It's one of my favorite pastimes! :D
Actually, since geishas are basically high-class prostitutes, I'm probably giving him a... well... sales pitch? xD I'm not doing a very good job, apparently.
Finally, a nice front view of my costume, complete with a creepy Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing!
Yes, another webcomic... This one I've been following since the first chapter had only 8 pages, while the one I blogged about earlier was recommended by the artist of THIS webcomic a few days ago. She's now well into the third and final chapter. The first one: pug meets genie chained to a toilet. Includes beautiful shots of the pug's bum and the pug shaking off poopy water.
A page of Chapter One.
The second chapter: Basically, how the Earth was created (woken, actually...) and MUCH MYSTERIOUSNESS. And really, REALLY amazing watercolours, in addition to digital stuff.
A page from Chapter Two.
Chapter Three: Yeah I really don't know what's happening. It;s bizarre, but awesome. MORE SHINY WATERCOLOUR! So yeah. NO PAGES FOR YOOOO
He's a link to the first page. From there, you just hit 'next.' Comprende? http://www.storyofthedoor.com/comics/729570/chapter-1-cover/
