Welcome To The Void

11:27pm: WOW HI LIVEJOURNAL IT HAS BEEN A WHILE

And there is nothing to say, really, so I question why I bothered attempting to post at all. College isn't very exciting. Hella busy, but not exciting.

What is exciting is that spring break is in like three weeks and I get to go home and I'm so happy because I miss it a lot. I probably wouldn't miss it nearly as much if I were college-ing someplace exciting, like anywhere else in the continental US, but there you go. The location is a stupid one, but the classes continue to be exactly what I was looking for. The weather is also stupid.

Meh. Whatever. I can only blame myself, and I only do that when I really have nothing to do which, thanks to the internet, doesn't happen very often. It is good that I have found weird people here who like to go do weird silly things when the boredom hits. I had never actually played hide and seek in WalMart before coming here (even though it was on accident).

Anyway, I should probably stop procrastinating and do that art project that is due at 8:45 AM tomorrow. Yay for midterm critiques. Would have been nice of her to mention that we had them sometime soon. Yay for doing an extensive project in only two days. Can you feel the sarcasm, you can, can't you.

Blah.

"A rhombus is the kind of rectangle a bitch would draw."

Ah thank you, Gabe. No, really.

2:53am: Kinda Makes Me Sick
But I can't do anything about it, unfortunately, because it's not a human action to force someone to see how twisted they are. People try all the time and it never ends well.

But I wish I could, only if because it makes me physically sick to be touched in any way by that poisonous, sucking influence. God preserve all those others with good sense who will be unable to escape, for a while anyway. Only until they learn the ropes.

11:36pm: The Fair As Disgusting But Necessary
Yes, the Tulsa State Fair really is a vile place. But it has its merits, among them the TWO JPC booths, interesting cuisine, and a petting zoo filled with lovely cute animals.

Seriously. There were five billion bunnies, and now I want one really badly. They were really adorable, especially the lops, that is to say, the lop-eared bunny rabbits that just look curled and contented and vaguely feline. Also, I got a wet nose snuffle from an African antelope type thing and a lick on the hand from an eland (another African antelope type thing).

The cuisine for me consisted of a fried twinkie (finally found the stand, but I wouldn't recommend them), a chicken kabob, some funnel cake, lemonade, corn on the cob, and a few bites of Jessi's deep fried Snickers. It was good, though.

And the Japanese Pop Culture booths... Ah yes, there were two, and both offered me things. At the first, I found a Deidara plushie. There was an Orochimaru one, but I don't particularly want to cuddle with Orochi poo, especially since his plushie was morphing into the snake phase. Also, I love Deidara rather more. At the second booth, I vaguely considered buying the other two FLCL soundtracks, truly thought about buying two Samurai Champloo CDs, was on the verge of buying to random JRock CDs, and ended up purchasing two Cowboy Bebop soundtracks.

Beyond that, I now own a gold-dipped olive leaf from Italy (and knowledge of the history of olive trees, as well as Italian glass) and a dusty red Indian dress. And they're very lovely. I also own a black leather wristband with silver studs and a pair of cubic black earrings. So all in all, pretty good day.

12:38am: Horoscope: Thursday, October 4
All in all, this will be a phase in which your emotional and psychic experiences will be enriched, conscious, filled with life and very vital. A disharmonious aspect of the current transit greatly increases your vital and sensuous energies.

Zodiacalscope: Sara,
This is a time for making long-range plans, seeing the big picture, and thinking about what is really important to you in the long run. The trivial details and business of day-to-day living does not dominate your attention now. Reading books or articles of an inspirational nature or on subjects of personal growth and development is very fruitful now.




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MUAHAHAHAHA. I am very much in sync, yes yes, I am. It's kinda funny and wonderful. It gives me an odd sense of power.

7:58pm: An Interlude, If You Will
Nothing much going on. I'm going to a manor house tomorrow, and sometime next week, I'll see the fifth Harry Potter movie.

I received a ton of Cambridge paperwork in the mail from my mom. Apparently, the figure study class was too full, or else it was not full enough to be worth having. Either way, I'm in Studio Art, the logistics of which I cannot remember.

We'll be going on tons of trips for the British Cultural History portion, namely to Stratford-upon-Avon (been there), Warwickshire Castle (been there), Ely Cathedral (new), Stonehenge (been there), and Bath (new), not to mention a few trips to London. There, we'll be visiting various museums, as well as Harrod's. We'll also be seeing two musicals, or perhaps plays, which are 'The 39 Steps' and 'Shakespeare Abridged'.

Haven't heard anything about France yet.

Also, Dexter is an awesome show.

Also also, Die Hard 4 rocks. Bruce Willis tops everything.

8:46pm: Hey Lookie Here
So it's been, what, five years?

Not even close, but I'm far too lazy to really count it out.

Anyway, I love the UK. I loved it last time, but now I've had a lot more time to take it in. It's also very different depending on who you're experiencing it with. I've had the best time with the Cohagens, but it was time to move on, so I'm now sitting in Amy's house in Rugby. Still, I had a good long run in Scotland and then London. I expect maybe I'll pop into London once more before I go, and maybe even with Cambridge, but that's not for certain. Still, I had quite a fill of it this time around. It's very different to stay there than to just go in for a day.

To sum up Scotland: 4 miles into town and back, Primark and 2£ shoes that are still too big for my teeny feet even in the smallest size, coming full circle with the Pirates trilogy, bookswitching, ye olde retarded Prince of Persia, sticky toffee pudding with extra sticky, Potter prophesies, imdb love, messy food + vague recipes + wine = a most delicious meal, cliff climbing and rock jumping leads to seals!

To sum up London: 10K+ walk, lovely London weather, Phantom of the Opera, Lord of the Rings: The Musical complete with Strider Shatner and backflipping orcs (the stage was amazing though, and such lovely sticks!), conveyor belt sushi, full English breakfast, Camden Market coolness, the metro pack-and-rush.

It's all quite nuts. But I love it. Also, I am getting a chance to really immerse myself in this culture that is rather unkind to Americans. I'm tempted so often to affect a British accent. I feel rather uncouth with my aMeRiCaN accent.

FIRSTS OF THE SUMMER:
riding a subway
riding a train alone
seeing a non-school musical (or two)
having wine with dinner
staying long term with non-blood relatives

oh, and the whole traveling overseas alone thing.

10:49pm: Dancing Really Is Good For Me
Despite all the complaints and harsh practices and frazzlement, it's true: dance is really good for you.

Well, maybe not you. But I'm doing pretty good right now. Even during the practices, I was genuinely enjoying myself. Something about dancing just clicks with me. It might be the click I feel with exercise I like in general, but there's a click.

I may not be tall and skinny (not ballet skinny, anyway), but I can sure as hell move just as smoothly as those girls do. It's kind of cool that people see that in me.

Some of them did, at least, since I won Junior Dancer this year. I was hoping for Heart and Soul at best, so this was quite surprising.

It was actually pretty sad to see the senior dance this year, though. I wanted to be in it. The song made me want to move. Also, this year's seniors were really awesome. I can only hope that next year is half as good.

I can also only hope that the show next year is half as awesome. As much a fuss as we made during the formation of this whole montage, it was really brilliant, every bit of it. I'm really glad I was a part of it.

9:58pm: Hey! It's My Adolescence!
Nothing like happy memories and songs to bring you back up.

2:04am: The movie that made my weekend
Yes. You wouldn't think so, but yes.

GRINDHOUSE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.

It was a nearly four hour embargo full of zombies and random explosions and crack shots and car crash murders and stunt people and SO MUCH VIOLENCE. Brilliant. Seriously.

I actually didn't want to go, originally. It seemed like a waste of time and money. I am so glad I went though. When we came out, Evan was saying he felt sick. I, however, felt absolutely wonderful, because how can you not after laughing for nearly four hours straight?

There were digital scratches and go go dancers and many many sliced off scrotums (yeah, that was sick). There were "missing reels" a.k.a. sex scenes that weren't, hilarious fake movie ads, the girl with the gun leg, and so much more. It's nearly impossible to fully describe what went on because there was so much...

Not to mention how awesome it felt to actually get into the theater.

I mean, everyone got in eventually, but only the three or so of us that were actually 17 got in originally. I never felt so happy to be carded in front of all the younger ones... *sigh* and rub it in their faces, of course. Since hardly anyone could go and 300 was showing at the exact same time in another theater, a bunch of us started heading that way. But then Prashant told me the first fifteen minutes sucked, and so we switched theaters with every intention of going back.

Like hell we did. We got sucked into the grindhouse scene (in which, I must add, Fergie dies very violently) and couldn't bear to leave our seats. Somehow, the others snuck in later, but it doesn't matter. They got lucky.

Also, one of the theater worker boys liked my shirt, so all in all, it was a well-rounded evening.

AH, and I forgot to mention the beautiful cars and the amazing soundtrack, which I completely own now (first on my agenda, almost). Oh, such music... Mmmmm.

Anyway, it was completely worth my time. I was very very very pleasantly surprised. It's bloody brilliant.

Figuratively and oh so literally. <3

6:08pm: I really like skiing.

Now that that's out of the way, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH PEOPLE LATELY?

I'm glad I've been away from them this week. I was almost sad about it in the beginning, you know, like halfway here? I was sitting in the car thinking man, I really kinda just want to ask my Dad to turn around and take me back home...

So glad I didn't. One, because the skiing was actually very fun once I got the hang of it again. Two, because there is beyond too much drama happening in Tulsa, Oklahoma right now. Honestly. If I had been there, no difference would have been made. It would still be ridiculous.

Not to say that I don't miss you, Jessi ma luv, but I would have been nuts by Wednesday. It would not have been pleasant. You know how I get when shit like this goes down.

a.k.a. impatient, angry, rapid-paced, frustrated (for all those of you who don't read this, but also don't have the privelege of knowing me).

I yell a lot too. There's also some furious hair-pulling and stuff involved, if things get bad enough. Mostly I just pace around and sigh.

But anyway, the point is that I'm glad I was up here. It most likely saved my sanity liek woah.

Not my muscles, but at least they're being toned and whatnot. Is painful but good, yes?

I need to clean my keyboard.

6:35pm: YAY SHIPPUDEN!
I just watched episode three today and yes, it is still completely and totally ACE.

The animation is amazing. It remains as good a quality as it started.

I also can't help but squee about the grown children. They're all so big! *squeeeeeeeee* They've filled out and gotten taller and they're so much more adorable and/or sexy.

Also, it feels like less of a crime to call them that. 15 is so much better than 12.

My only beef with this is that the boys pretty much went through puberty at age 10, since their voices are already all deep at age 12-13. Unless there is a significant change in, say, Neji's voice at this point, I will be convinced that ninjas are ridiculous and take growth hormones or something. There's no other excuse.

Unless it's like Yu-Gi-Oh... *coughs*

Anyway, there is also the matter that the Akatsuki has shown up. We haven't gotten a good look at Hiruko/Sasori yet, but we've gotten an eyeful of Deidara who, I am ecstatic to report, sounds very much like a man. And it could just be voice cognition, but he even kind of looks like a guy, which is a source of constant debate.

I always thought he looked like a guy, but as far as a lot of the other girly types in the series... well. Gaara's uncle was especially lucky to get a very masculine seiyyu. Otherwise, I would see him as Aunty now and forever. It's honestly a struggle to tell with him. Lucky he's dead, I guess.

Anyway, there's Deidei being awesome and Gaara being older and sexier and GAHTHEANIMATION. Everything is so much more defined and intense. It's beautiful. A lot more attention is being given to everyone's features, and I have to say I approve hardcore. Gaara has definite lips now. Lips! The shadows on his face clearly delineate a delicious pout. Yay!

All I can guess is that the animators got incredibly psyched to be working on Timejump stuff. I mean, there are new outfits all around and new scenery and new characters (more appearing all the time) and new music (the Akatsuki = an evil male choir)...

Ah... It's just wonderful. Just felt like expressing it.

I only resent the fact that they made Sai a corpse. A very thin corpse at that. It's not like he was fat, but he was definitely solid, like if you punched him in the stomach, your hand would ache for a week afterwards. It's sad. He's such a cool character, and now they're going to make him look odd, like Orochimaru. That's his skin tone. I'd expected something like the usual porcelain color.

Oh well. They can't do everything right. And it wouldn't surprise me if that's how Kishi wanted it. *sighs*

Sai could have been such a bishie! He will still be one, but less so.

12:30am: RPG Time
So... The result of tonight's RPG, a.k.a. Ky's third (or so) run of A Is For Apocalypse:

The British Alliance showed off their antimatter cannon. We all ran the fuck away.

A tank popped up. We blinded the sensor inside, which you'd think would enable us to take it down easier.

Ha. Funny.

A bunch of the guys surrounded it, which turned out to be a bad plan, as it began wildly firing its rail gun (yes, that's possible). Then Roxanne showed up half-dead. There were various attacks on the tank. I got to attack twice, Attack 1 resulting in shooting the sensor in the ass, Attack 2 resulting in one miss and one ricochet into David. Then, somehow, Xavier got stuck in the tank, which by this point had been almost severed in half (by Alex's scythe, I believe). Randomly, the unconscious Roxanne also got stuck in it. David shot Xavier in the ass by accident. Then Xavier slammed the sensor's head into the console of the tank, splattering it and killing it.

It was around this point that Max showed up. His story goes like this:

Max took Jessi with him last time he warped back to the future and thus impregnated her in his time-traveling Delorean. Now her sole purpose is to birth "Billy" in four months (the gestation period of catgirls). "Billy"s sole purpose is to be born in order to punch a hole in Prashant's new silver foil.

There is a picture of Billy on the back of Alex's character sheet. Yes, you know the one I mean.

Anyway, we all board a Roflcopter (yes) that takes us up to the BA's airship, in which the antimatter cannon is housed. I am indebted to mention the fact that it is currently gliding through Earth's stratosphere. So yeah, it's pretty high up there.

Anyway, it shoots missiles at us and we shoot missiles back and there is much barrel-rolling (once resulting in Prashant flying out of the roflcopter and taking damage from the rotors) and then Roxanne (who has been healed and is currently the pilot) does something awesome that allows us to skid along the side of the airship and into a hole that we just made (with them OMG missiles we were firing). We all jump out to kick sensor ass and wander down a few halls.

Here's where it gets really funny.

So we enter this chamber. There's a hole in the middle of the floor (with a guardrail, of course) and the antimatter cannon positioned right above it. There is a very high-ranking sensor standing right there. He asks what we're doing there. There are various attempts by David to lie to the sensor and make him believe we're on his side. These fail, for the most part. Geoff runs the fuck away.

In an attempt to get rid of the sensor, Xavier elects to throw David at him, which would knock him over the railing and cause him to plummet to his death. He succeeds in his throwing of David. David, however, completely misses the target and plummets to his own death.

Just imagine it... falling at terminal velocity from the stratosphere of the Earth. Obviously, he splatters on impact. A bit of him is intact though, so he can be resurrected by that random plot device man from last time, who does so despite feeling somewhat pissed about being covered in blood and entrails (big splatter radius). David is left sore and in one piece, basically unconscious right where he fell.

Remember this.

So, back on the ship, the sensor talks with us. We come to an unspoken truce. He escorts us to some room where he can show us evidence that the BA isn't evil (which we were convinced of, especially The Patriot). Geoff then runs back to the cannon room to "fuck with the antimatter cannon". Once it's explained why this is a stupid idea, he learns about the On/Off switch for it. Of course, he runs over and turns it on. The force of the readying of the cannon pushes Geoff back down the hall to the rest of the group. The cannon fires.

This is the point where David, confused and disoriented, looks up and says, "Oh fuck".

As he hadn't moved from where he had fallen, he is vaporized by the antimatter cannon. The plot device man is essentially torched and blown into some far-off wall by the force of the blast. A hobo pops his head out and says, "Glad that wasn't me". Then he grabs some burnt remains and eats them.

That is about where we stopped. The next run should begin with a deathmatch between Deathwind and The Patriot.

/end description

I took pictures, of course. Geoff had a Rubik's Cube. Alex drew more frightening things. David and Prashant were abused equally. Max read Popular Mechanics. Ky got generally pissed at the noisy assholes of the group (for good reason).

Jessi was off being a mute. She did an awesome job, though. *cheers* The Fantasticks is truly an amazing musical. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Anyway, I think I'll work on fic now. I need to tone my brain down. I laughed so hard tonight... ridiculous.

11:49pm: This is the strangest feeling...
I feel almost intransient. And I'm pretty sure that isn't the word I want, but it kind of is.

I feel more in that dimension of anime and such than ours. I feel midway, actually. I'm neither here nor there. I don't quite feel anything at all.

This is the strangest feeling.

I feel more like I could communicate with spirits and such than humans. I don't quite feel right being as material as I am. Maybe I was meant to be a character rather than something real. I can't say for sure.

...at the level of your eye...

It's all hazy. The borders of reality aren't being solid like they should. I'm floating all over while somehow being here in my chair at the same time.

Maybe I'm dreaming. But I can't be. Everything would be completely unfounded if that were the case, and there are definite foundations. I can sense them here and there. They just have no bearing on me. I can't really comprehend how this works, but it does in some way.

What is my fate to be? How am I expected to live like this? It's ridiculous.

Then I start to think how I am and how others are and how I really don't belong. I do, but only in shallow ways.

So then I start to wonder if I'll ever find anybody on the same plane as me. And when I do, will it be too late? If I do, that is. One can only hope.

My spirit does not enjoy such drama.

You deceived me.

This drama follows me. It must be intransient too. Ridiculous.

10:05pm: Oh Tow Ukubata, friendly neighborhood kamikaze wordsmith from hell... I love you so much, you don't even know. I want to read Japanese and understand it so that I can read his books. He's freaking amazing. It's ridiculous. I can't help but think, whilst reading his column of sorts, that this is a guy I'd love to just hang out with. Too bad he lives in Japan.

Godchild! Oh dear dear dear, what new torture is going to harrow the darling Cain next? And let's not forget Riff, who is being abused just as much as his young and devilishly handsome master.

I just love everyone. It's too bad they don't exist in this plane of reality. It'd be a real party, otherwise.

I really need to clean my room.

10:22pm: Where does this come from? I like it.
( A tentative first chapter )

9:06pm: Silly...
And then I reread all of my LJ entries... And I realized I was thinking too much.

Because I totally am. Except not really except totally except lol ded.

I do need to get things together. But it doesn't need to be a big mess of drama. Things actually tend to work out for me, despite my stressing. I should really stop. It's bad for my back. Or something. Maybe? Dunno.

I need to write a novel.

8:11pm: Waiiiiiii...
Megatokyo is making me want to learn computer things. Like how to create a website and make webcomics and be as awesome as them creators are. I love reading the commentary Piro and Largo (and eventually Dom) write at the bottom of each comic, and it makes me want to not only play a ton of video games, but build my own computer, go to Japan, watch a bunch of anime that I would have the hardest time finding, and call my computer something in Japanese.

Ah! Piro-chan! Perfect. Or Piro-kun... Hmm. I like the way -chan rolls off my tongue more though. Meh.

You know, I'm not sure that's really Japanese, but I don't particularly care.

Oh, but Megatokyo inspires me. It makes me want to be knowledgable about such things as them boys are. It makes me want to learn how to properly work my compy. I want to learn! And I don't know how to go about doing that. I suppose manuals are the best way to start. Maybe I can find tutorials somewhere. I just don't know.

I also need to start working more with my LJ here. There is so much that I could be doing on here besides just blabbering. But blabbering is fun... Hm.

I don't know. I guess I'll just do homework or something for the time being. But someday, I will learn how this is all done. I will learn how to work this machine properly and to its full potential. I know I'm just wasting it all over the place. It's sad. But I can't help it if Macs are a bit more complicated for those people who want to use them for non-normal userfriendly things. Like free downloading and stuff that doesn't take forever and that will actually open on a mac and all...

12:09am: !!!
I'M BACK. DID YOU MISS ME? OF COURSE YOU DID. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT SHAKING YOUR HEAD MEANS YES. AT LEAST IT DOES IN L33T AND EVERYONE KNOWS COMPUTERS DON'T COMMUNICATE ANY OTHER WAY, AMIRITE?

Just kidding. M3G470KY0 is seriously inhibiting my normal language skillz, what with all the l33tness. God, I love Largo.

And Piro for that matter. He's too adorable not to want to just hug all over his pathetic nerdy little self. But he's growing a backbone! Yay! Those are nice.

Oh, and who could forget Junpei? He's just awesome on a stick, as are Dom and Ed.
Well, until those Shirt Guy Dom comics start rolling in, in which case it's nice to have a gun handy.

Whether to shoot your computer, yourself, or search Dom out and shoot him is left entirely up to your discretion.

Anyway, guess what turned me back onto livejournal? J-pop and J-rock. Don't know why, can't explain it, but I've been all over MySpace trying to locate these elusive foreign bands and singers (most of which aren't there, t3h 54d1y) and I got a sudden urge to post up in here.

Mainly about my finds, of course, because they're amazing and lots of guitar and I want to learn Japanese so I can understand what they're saying, and then possibly complain if the lyrics suck.

But I doubt they will, so I mainly want to learn so I can sing along and understand what I'm saying rather than just parrot out sounds.

And now my arms feel like spaghetti because I haven't had anything really substantial to eat lately. Bah. Stupid muscles.

Uwah... some of these boy bands are absolutely ADORABLE. I'm talking bishies, srsly. There's one called Amplified that's made up of 3 16-year-old boys who are from Japan but live in New Hampshire and they are ABSOLUTELY THE CUTEST THINGS EVER. I think I might become obsessed. And the guys of Asian Kung-Fu Generation are quite a sight as well. *sigh* Lovely. Just lovely.

It's very sad, though. Things don't want to download from Limewire, and so I have limited access to my newfound J-pop loves.

Oh well. I'ma sleep now or something.

10:09pm: Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye...
Ah, but you're lonely, Livejournal.

And I have nothing to fill you with. *cries*

Oh well. If my life suddenly takes a turn for the vibrantly interesting, you'll be the first to know.

*disappears into the ether*

1:00pm: *cries very VERY loudly*

I want Scotland back. I had it with me, but the damn customs people made me leave it with them at the airport. I tell you, I cried the whole way home.

Anyway, still kinda glad to be getting home. I miss my room and my dog and my anime and my other mangas (because you know I brought some with me, and then I bought some, so... In total, I'll be bringing back 6).

Well, and friends I guess. But I had friends there too, so it's really a toss-up.

Aw, don't make that face. I was kidding.

SBP... That's awesome, thanks. Giggled myself to death on the first post alone. And it's awesome, because normally I read long good fanfics at night (when not watching Furuba), but there's been a shortage of them. Sad, yes. But this one goes on and on and the posts are long and good and funny and there are adorable implications and yay. GOOD SUGGESTION!

People really like my story. There are 117 reviews now. *dances*

4:02pm: Scotland, oh yes...
Delicious, delicious Scotland.

Only I haven't seen any delicious delicious Scots yet. Aw.

But it's been nice getting back in with the Cohagens. They are so totally extended family. And they all look the same. Jessica looks the same. Dan may be a bit taller, but his hair has grown out so that he looks like Luke Skywalker again. Mary is... the same?

A B, C?

Aha. We're funny.

MCS makes me happy. I was listening to The Future Freaks Me Out all the way to the airport this morning.

And that is all I have to say. I mean, if we'd been doing things, I'd let you know. But... we haven't.

I can totally beat an 8-year-old at playstation. I win.

11:13am: England is Cool.
Whee. ! .

Let's see, a general update:

~91 reviews on my story (the good one)!
~Photographylovenoduh! <3
~Brits!

Yeah, that's it. Aw.

But it's amazing here, the way I'm only a few degrees of separation away from all these famous people. Amy toured with The Polyphonic Spree because she's friends with the lead singer or something, and she met all these bands, including The Killers, The Zutons, Juliette Lewis... yeah. And Pete, besides making medieval-type shoes, has lots of friends in famous bands. And it's just crazy. Amy teaches rockstars' children and minor royals at Rugby, and so on and so forth. I find it so hard to believe. But it's so cool.

England is cool.

9:06pm: WHEEEE! I have the eye.
I DID PHOTOGRAPHY TODAY.

I didn't get to take the film out of the cannisters myself or mix the neg-developing chemicals myself, but I kinda helped with that (time-consuming for newbies, especially since the first one has to be done in complete darkness).

But then I got to make my own prints completely on my own. I got to experiment with the exposure machines and all that. It was awesome. I just had to pick which ones I wanted to print, and then I did it. I also got my deviations up on dA (hint hint go see), so I'm happy about that too.

ALSO, people are loving my story more and more and more, and they tell me so (I posted two chaps not too long ago; I'm so good to them).

Tomorrow, I am going to visit Warwick Castle. The end.

2:44pm: Voila avec accent!
Anyway, I don't really know why I'm posting. I have nothing to say. I already done like, you know, said stuff.

Yeah.

Oh, but I did forget to mention that I drew a random anime guy the other day all in green pencil. We were at the design studio yesterday at 9:00 PM or something, and Amy was trying to print some pictures, right? Hannah (her daughter) was doing a school project thing (poor girl's school is still in session), and since I didn't feel like looking at a photography book that I'd found, I decided to draw. It started as a girl who had her eyes closed in the happy anime way. Then, when I'd drawn the face shape and bangs, I discovered her eyes to be far too high on the face to be normal. So I turned those into eyebrows and did guy eyes.

Pretty much it turned into a guy with a ponytail and an earring, grinning a lovely anime grin. His potential names were Patrick, Daniel, or Robert, but Hannah seemed to think Robert shouldn't be in the running at all. I agree. I think Patrick suits him best, actually. But I don't know. I can never really decide on names.

But since here there are scanners and such galore, perhaps I can finally post something on my dA account? I hope. It needs, you know... something on there at all. And they do photographs too, so maybe I can stick some of those up there, if they're good.

I guess we'll see. If I can shoot through these two other film rolls today, we can go into the darkroom tomorrow and mess with all of that. I'm going to do this photo thing! Like for serious do photography.

Mmm.

9:48pm: Oh Brad!
Brad, I'm MAD for you too...

"I've been makin' a man, with blonde hair and a tan... and he's good for relieving my...tension."

Ah, young love. And transvestites. And awesome musical numbers.

Anyway, I have to get up at 3:00 AM. It's 9:50 PM right now. So I kind of wonder why we aren't going to bed, unless of course my idea of just staying up till then sunk in nicely.

It almost sucks, since we have an 8 hour layover in New York. But... it's in New York. But... it's 8 hours. So I don't really know how I feel about this.

Ah, who cares. I get to go to the UK. And steal a Scot.