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In any case, I got a blog.

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Uploading onto dA has been a hindrance since I've moved into new mediums in my artwork and I feel a weird pressure to upload only quality work ever since the inclusion of scrapbook. I've also never really been into the community aspect of this.

Whether or not my feelings are well founded it's certainly how I feel so a blog manages to put less pressure and hopefully lets me experiment more.

The only problem is you can't comment on the blog, I can't figure out if you can change that, and I'm pretty sure you can't unless the person has an account and every comment basically become an entry into your blog, so I might have to start looking for a new blog despite starting this, possibly, a day ago.

I don't really know how to put up contact information so I suppose I'll still continuously check dA to keep in contact with people but I probably won't be uploading here anymore.

UH.

Finals. I'm working on them. Hopefully I can start drawing more Vi is Manor soon but damn man, finals are insane. All of my studio teachers seem to forgot how a calendar work so instead of a month to work on our finals we got two weeks. And a half.

I'm kinda worried, I'm going to California soon and I don't really know how I'm going to keep up with the schedule then. Hm.

I've also been wanting to start another comic lately, comedy and drama is fun but I wanted to do a directionless adventure comic just so for when I have the urge to draw a comic so it'll be low pressure.

I was thinking either the Miles one that didn't work out between me and Alex or the one based off that picture I did of the kid and the crow on his head.

Eh, I'll figure it out. I'd also like to get started on that collab between me and Ashwara.

Hum, I think I'm out of things to say now.

-Vi

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What?

Also, the reviews are so great.

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Ahhhh.

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Oh man, so bara.

Well, maybe behind Cho Aniki. Nah, definitely.

Who's ever heard of a shooter directed at homosexual males? The world of games is indeed vast.

Rgh, ok. So I guess playing Tales of the Abyss on unknown is impossible because all the frigging A.I die instantly on regular battles! And then on Very hard all the A.I.s die in boss battles.

Though I admit it is kinda fun killing 3 bosses by yourself but what isn't fun is when you die trying to keep everyone else alive. Jesus!

I can understand the difficulty in trying to figure out who well the A.I. should react but couldn't they adjust it based on the difficulty selection you pick?

Seriously guys, block. That's all I ask you to do, at the very least.

Alex, when we play it's on unknown all the way, alright?

Effin'.

Man, I am so behind on my music. Apparently The Hidden Cameras released a new album this year that I didn't find out until A.V. club. Dammit. (Speaking of awesome things, A.V. club knowing about The Hidden Cameras? Sweet shit.)

Also, The Wire. I wanted to watch it but every episode is one fucking hour. Not t.v. hour where there's 18 minutes of commercial, a full fucking hour.

5 seasons. Bastards.

It's 5:30 am and I haven't slept a fucking wink because the goddamned club is playing.

Actually, they shouldn't be. The club should be over.

I've called the cops 3 times and the situation has not been remedied, why is that?

It's 5 a.m., I go to the kitchen, pull out a knife, and walk downstairs to confront them directly.

There's no one there. They went home leaving their speakers on and playing this shit music to no one but a very infuriated me.

So that's how they want to play it, is it? I was thinking of pursuing this legally but now I think more drastic measures are needed.

It's amazing how much of an asshole some people can be and yet still not be murderers.

I really need to talk to Michelle about moving out.

I've always enjoyed how Halo, one of the most popular games, isn't really popular among gamers.

Shit, what?!

My mom just told me that my dad's girlfriend is pregnant.

...

FUCKKKKKKKKK.

FUCK.

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I am fucking exhausted.

By Friday:
-Sign up for class, first and foremost.
-Camera, foam.

Weekend:
-Respond to shits on dA
-Video footage
-Live person animatic
-Possibly Media survey video? I really don't care about this.
-Comic-first priority

If time allows for comic:
-Character list: Greg, Robek, Alex
-Extra comic per character

If time allows:
-Sound effects: Yelling, cat, bird, stomping, crashes

Video idea:
-Wearing clay down to reveal an object

At least I'm enjoying my animation finally. And my teacher really liked my video idea so that's cool.

Tired.

Oh man, I nearly shit my pants today when I logged onto the playstation network and saw Braid for sale.

It used to be a 360 exclusive and I was remiss that I couldn't connect to the internet via my 360 and I pretty much ever gave hope of playing it.

Man! I am so happy.

Also I think I accidentally downloaded the game without paying for it, somehow. Weird.

It's driving me crazy how lonely I feel all the time now.

I feel like I don't have any friends anymore and I can't make any either due to my near racist hatred for animation majors.

My friends, when I went to go visit Alex, it felt like I really didn't have a place, which made sense physically since I didn't have a bed. I dunno, so much of it is relatability and there's kind've nothing anymore. You think not having talked in a couple months there'd be more to say but so much of it is silence.

With no relatability I feel like hanging out with them or talking to them is mostly out of a sense of obligation now and not really out of a need to see each other.

I gave it a shot and talked about my interests but I feel like they fell on deaf ears, after all it can't be helped if my friends can't care about my own passions and I don't blame them for it. That's just the way things roll.

So now I have to enjoy myself and make sure I'm making myself enjoyable for my friends, I feel like a person that's nice to have around.

I'm having such a hard time with this. I guess being a video major doesn't help anything either.

In other news, I've really enjoyed running around and yelling, "Pee! Pants!" in the hopes to get someone to say, "Do you mean 'ee in your pants'?"

Also "pee, pants" is just fun to say.

I've been trying to listen to laughter lately and it can be very strange sounding, especially in short bursts.

D'awww. The guys on Giantbomb are so adorable. Dave especially.

"This game is pretty!"
"Talk to the cute fox!"

Sigh. I love giantbomb.

Anyways, I wish I had a wii so I can play Muramasa, the game is horrendously gorgeous. With such simplistic controls it doesn't make any sense for it to be wii exclusive, really.

In any case, the camera movement in the game? Fucking amazing!

Ok, I'm done here.

Augh! The intro to Persona PSP is so fucking gorgeous. It's, it's really, really, incredibly nice.

And holy shit! Flynn is totally voice acting one of the character! So strange!

In any case, I hope for Persona 5 they hire better 3-d artists. C'mon, guys. It's gonna be for PS3, right?

M-mangatraders! Why can't I download a damn thing from you guys anymore?! Assholes!

Why are you making me read my shits on mangafox?! Sob sob.

Augh! What the hell?! I'm actually missing physical pages from Vi is Manor. Shit.

Dude, it's not even, like, one page. It's the entirety of comic 54. What gives?!

Ah, I went to check back on the comic website and Alex, I think you still have the comic. Any idea where you could've placed it?

I hate Windows Movie Maker, that thing is just an abomination, what poor sap had to work on that shit?

I swear, this frame by frame button, where it supposedly goes frame by frame, is just "what's the smallest increment of time can we move this timeline forward?" button.

An exaggeration, it's definitely moving at 30fps but the movement of the video feels like you just fastforwarded then hit stop really fast.

Then programming made me realize how simplistic some of the games my sister played on certain websites. So simplistic that I could've made the game with my 2 and a half hour of lessons. Sad. Also fun! I still have a fall back career! Yay!

Doo doo doo.

Man, when I imported the videos from my camera for my final video project, the files got corrupted or some shit and I couldn't view any of them. That was... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27643004/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27643004/ Wed, 07 Oct 2009 22:55:22 PDT
First off I hate animation. Hate, hate, hate. I never hated it before until... well, not important right now.

Microsoft and Disney are fucking dicks. I need to read more Wall Street or at least business magazines, what they do affects my entertainment life, which is 90 percent of my life, and it's been pissing me off what they've done. I have my eyes on you two.

Most of the reason I'm writing this journal is to talk about how adorable Atlus is! I know I've said it before but geezus they are adorable.

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I really want to work for Atlus now. Ah... Pipe dream, pipe dream.

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I'm so frigging excited!

But why is Atlus so adorable? Sales projection. They are so cautious about it yet despite near abysmal sales in North America (they actually undersold the sales projection for P4, damn you P3 fans and your, "Oh, P4 must be a hack job) they continue to localize games and reprint and remake games.

Aw, you guys.

Man, I'm surprised about the story writing though, they just wrote it themselves? I don't think I could ever bring myself to write a mystery, it's tough work, man. I thought they did an excellent job! And despite being so small, they have someone as awesome as Shoji Meguro (awwwww) and Kazuma Kaneko on their team.

Man, Nocturne is a gorgeous game.

In any case, people have been saying that the Persona series is almost making headwind with the Final Fantasy series. Is that true? I'd like to see some sales figure but it does seem that way. It seems the gaming community is really catching onto it, even those who are not into JRPGs.

I've seen a couple people saying how they like Persona more than Final Fantasy, wow, really? And how worried they are about an action game Persona as good RPGs are so hard to come by these days.

In any case I cannot WAIT for Persona 5! Mannnn. I want it so bad.

I would like to buy Demon's soul but I'm shit out of luck on money. I hear it's difficult, which I enjoy a lot, and seems to frustrate others.

Mmm. Dying over and over. Then reaching the end of the game and knowing that the clock listed is actually half of the hours you've invested? Kick ass!

Dammit, why are video games so much love? So much.

But yeah, P4. Man. I need to stop effusing about this game.

I need to go finish this animation.

OCTOBER.

October.

Oh yeah, the third episode of season five of It's Always Sunny? I'm sure some people won't get it but that knife thing was an obvious parody of Cutco.

Godammit, Cutco! Give me back my wasted hours at your office enduring Rich Plaskon bragging about how rich he is! Fucking dick.

Dammit, Resident Evil! Would it hurt to put in some internal monologue? Any indication that maybe I shouldn't try to kill all of these guys. ANY. Or that those barrels are actually exploding and could help save me. Maybe. Just possibly.

Sigh.

I'm so tired.

Blah blah blah.

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Man, whoever wrote this was sure angry at the religious zealots. But then again, when is someone not?

Anyways, aw, Canoe, Mates of States. I love you guys.

ARGH.

Hey guys! It's fall break. Let me dump four projects on you guys.

Ah, whatever. College, right? Yeahhhh.

So le'see. Over the weekend I have to do a turn around, a character presentation board for some fucking reason, on 11x17 no less, a storyboard. Blarghghhhhgghhgh. And screen play.

What if my animation was silent, eh? Eh? Yes? I like silence, most, if not all, of my video art turn out that way.

Oh yeah. We have to do a walk cycle too. Shit.

Speaking of the character, what do you do if you want to have a human character without revealing you draw anime?

Replace their head with a computer monitor or T.V. and everyone else with various animal heads? PERFECT.

In any case, I'm excited about my next video project, I've made a couple video with the footage I've filmed but considering the length they are only short clips. Then as I was editing my video I got a better idea so now I have to go get more footage.

I wish I could work on it but I lack final cut. And... I need to film the footage again, I can'... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27408337/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27408337/ Fri, 25 Sep 2009 11:56:05 PDT
Let me copy and paste what I wrote. I'd prefer it if readers of Vi is manor did not read this as there are spoilers for the current comic. Move along, move along.

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Oh my fucking god! Oh my Jesus Christ!

Fucking... fucking novel!

Jesus fuck!

FUCK.

Hours later...

I just finished the novel and...

HOLY SHIT. Mother fucking... shit damn.

SHIT.

Shit.

My god, I haven't cried this much since... Maurice. I basically sobbed for the last 400 pages.

Sigh.

So yeah I'm never reading this book ever again.

Fucking... fucking fuck.

Fuck.

It's the day after and I still feel depressed. What am I supposed to do?

BAH.

And my dream last night, I'm pretty sure it was about the book because when I woke up some residual thoughts still lingered.

Argh, I don't want to say anything because it'd ruin it for Alex.

Sigh.

Oh man. I need to find something to do. Something that makes me happy. Hmmm. This is going to be hard.

I'm pretty sure there are no megaten games that can put me in a good mood, stupid series.

DURRR...

How would you describe my speech? It's not mature, as some college students seem to develop. Or witty. Is it... Adolescent? Yes? Man-dude?

Hm hm hm hm hm. Fanart? Man. I don't want to have to go through that song and dance again. I'm pretty sure once I do I won't be able to stop.

Sigh. Maybe I need to go outside but it's so foggy, oddly enough.

Ok, I need to stop sitting here in front of this screen. I'm out.

Oh man, I think the problem is I need to rant about this book to somebody. That's what it is.

When Cameron called me, the second I picked up I started babbling about last night and my experience with the book but he just kept talking about why that was he didn't read books.

BAH. Way to fucking piss me off.

And last night, as I was reading, and Michelle was hanging outside in the living room, I kept taking pauses to run into the living room, declaring to her my near endless love for the book, and she just kept staring at the screen where eventually her "uh-huhs" would turn to ineffectual silence.

Ugh. I guess that's why I really need Alex to read the book.

I guess after talking with Michelle made me realize what a good listener Alex was, even if she never responded she had an air of, possibly feigned, interest in my continuous stream of, possibly to her nonsensical, words.

Goddammit, is there a dictionary where I can type up a definition and look up words? Jesus christ, it's been a while since I studied a dictionary. I should probably pull that thing back from my home.

Dammit.

I guess because of this I've developed a habit of talking more about the feelings that welled up in me say due to art or novels rather than the actual aspects or technical details that make me feel that way, knowing that people usually don't have an interest in that.

It kind've hurts though to have them not be just perturbed by my effusive love for these things but also rather put off.

Is it really that bothersome or frightening for me to have such strong feeling about abstract form of expressions and not, say, an actor?

That bothers me, and pains me I guess, to have my feelings so looked down upon. It almost feels like people are disgusted by my passion.

I guess now it makes sense that people were angry that I was so angry that my aunt wouldn't let me read A Clockwork Orange. It's not difficult to just pick it up again at the library but the censorship of such an interesting books due to some petty scenes really pissed me off.

Sigh. I guess that's why I end up missing Alex quite a bit, even if she couldn't relate to it, her amusement by it seemed to make me more than happy.

Jesus FUCK, why am I crying? Could I fucking stop?

Oh shit, I realized Alex reads this.

Well, if you are creeped out consider this but happy revenge.

If you are not, well, you're a better man than I am.

Ok! So I've decided to read The Three Musketeers next. I'm hoping that manly adventures can only fill me with joy and excitement as they usually do.

That or Huckleberry Finn which I never got around to rereading.

Nah, gotta move forward. The Three Musketeers, where are you? Oh, there you are.

Ok, novel, you are going onto my shelf, never to be read again. Stupid book.

Man, I was totally going to play video games last night but I couldn't... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27045879/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/27045879/ Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:42:58 PDT
Ahhhh. Professor Layton. Speaking of the classy professor, did you know he writes in his journal with a brush, apparently? Classy!

Ah! Luke is so adorable! Geezus.

Man, there's some things I can't remember because I haven't played the first in a while. ALEX.

Whhhattt? A professor of archaeology? I thought he was just a professor at... puzzles?

Well, I suppose nothing else makes much more sense.

Oh, professor. You're such a maverick, withholding information from the fuzz. The two are so condescending to the police. I suppose it's not their fault, the detective did think the professor died of a heart attack by "turn(ing) on a light, took one look at the beast, and then keeled right over."

Goddammit, I love this game.

Yeah, I really shouldn't keep this journal open while I'm playing. I need to be working on my animation.

Other stuff other stuff.

I finally updated the comic. Hopefully I can continue to do so in the future, and I planned out my contest entry finally.

Geez, Vi is Manor was more time consuming than I thought. I started that comic, I think, mid-July? And just finished recently.

Bah, I need to reply to everyone's comment on dA but I've been so busy.

Speaking of busy, school has been really fantastic! I'm surprised how much I've grown to love art in general because of this.

Also, Henry Jenkins is a super cool guy.

I think I had a TakamixSakuraba dream last night, which is strange because I really haven't thought of those two in a while.

WHOH. Okami for the DS? Sometime soon, yeah? Ok.

You know what I like to do in my spare time? Read reviews for awful games, it's the best!

For gamespot I tend to look for reviews of 3.0 or less. "This game offers two player mode, but really, why would you subject your friend to this?"

It's strange that 2.0 seems to be the lowest score they'll give.

So school has been great! Really, really great. I look forward to class and I'm all around happy.

Does this spell disaster to come? You bet'cha! But for now let's just enjoy this.

Whoh, scratch that! I see a score of 1.4! It seems mostly racing games are subject to these low scores.

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I like this one.

This has to be my favorite listing under the good: "You can use the game to see if your DS still works"

Hey, how do you have a tsundere cafe? I don't get it.

In any case...

Man, I wrote all that a couple days ago.

I'm spending this weekend doing busy work, organizing all my media files, catching up with people I've ignored due to not going on the internet, blah blah blah.

I'm getting a 1TB hard drive soon! I'm excited. I realized going into KI I'm going to need all that space for my video projects. Sigh.

It's been hard not having a mac since so many programs are Mac exclusive, luckily my aunt is lending me hers so until I get one I need to keep all my programs on the external hard drive.

Now should I name it Nathan or Kalyan? Or Mark? Hm.

Aw, Ninjapunk/bloodypunkred. I got all 6 of your fanart. I'm super flattered, man.

Back on topic now!

School has been really great. I love the KI program a lot. It's fun sitting around with people discussing art programs.

I'm only taking four classes this semester, Intro to Animation, intro to video, media survey, and algebra.

Ok, so algebra sucks. I wouldn't mind it so much if it isn't so horrendously boring.

I really dislike everyone in my class, except for that one guy. He's nice. But everyone else seems to be a business major/biology major, for some reason. Mostly biology majors. I'd love to make an anti-biology crack here but now's not the time.

The females in my class are the worst because they tend to be better than the males in the class and they are so fucking arrogant about it! I mean, Jesus Christ, you're taking Algebra in fucking college, ok? There is really nothing to be proud of that you can solve a word problem using a formula now of all times!

ARGH.

I hate them.

My other classes are really awesome though! My intro to animation class? Great! My teacher is always excited about animation so he's constantly talking and cheerful. He also talks to himself a lot when he's doing stuff around class, it's adorable.

I was really happy about the things he taught us, like different file formats for video and picture, which is something I've been looking forward to. We've been also going... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/26683613/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/26683613/ Wed, 19 Aug 2009 00:57:16 PDT
In any case, what the hell is with this friend concept on drunkduck? It's creepy. You can friend people and advertise them as your friend whether or not they concede to it.

Why would they do this?

In other news, I'm busy. I've been trying to get the comic done but events keep on happening like the haps... that prevent me from finishing it. I've drawn 16 pages so far (my record for one update has been 10 pages) and I've drawn only about half of what I've been planning to do.

I don't know what to do. I can't stop now but should I split the update into two? But it wouldn't make any sense if I did. Well, stuff's stuff. (Can that be an idiom now?)

Ugh. I'm a little nervous about all the things I need to do, reschedule, set up classes, money, work. Will I have time to draw this weekend? Why, I hope so!

NOOO. Don't follow me around!

Hm. I dunno when I'll get around to replying to all my messages I have piled up. I'd better get to them soon.

Man. Summer was EVENTful. EVENTFUL. EventFULL. Hahayar.

But yes. What was I saying? Lotsa stuff happened. I should list them or I shall forget... for the comic. Hm. I don't think I have time to write this actually, but I shall anyways!

Visiting ex-family for a week, or was it two? Which was pretty sweet. Stuff happened! Like hanging out with my cousins! Woo hoo!

They were cute and have somehow grown to love me but my sister hates me because of that.

Which reminds me of high school but not really because I can't remember high school and I'm pretty sure it was nothing like that. I'm pretty sure my friends were awesome to each other.

Then the shits went down when I realized holy crap, Otakon wasn't next week, it's this week?! My car isn't here man!

And so I sat in a glum around the room as my dad yelled at me on the phone for being one absent minded fool, then my stepmom said, "Hey, what about the bus?"

Then agreement. Then disagreement because the bus can be dangerous business at 2am.

My uncle Tom said, "What about a flight?"

And my stepmom said, "YES!"

Then I was like, "Shit, what about Alex?" and I called her up and it seemed like I would have to arrive at Baltimore at Otakon by myself. Then my stepmom said, "Public transportation! Even better, super shuttle! Let's get one for her!"

It was 63 bucks. My airline ticket was 120. Quite fancy, as my stepmom joked. Then she, caught up in the excitement of such last minute plans, listed everyone's effort to help me.

"Man, everyone helped you. Uncle Tom thought of the airplane! Ma Thuy (I can't remember what she did), grandma worried about you! And, of course, I thought of the idea! Man, what a great idea. We were just sitting here in a slump and I thought, 'Super shuttle!' and I'm paying for this and-"

Then Ma Thuy yelled, "What is wrong with you?! Why are you so proud? God, you're such a braggart!" Much laughing around.

And I arrived at the airport and it was sweet 'cause airports are really awesome and it was my second time to go in a month. Too bad it was one way! The first time was going to hang out with Ashwara and that was really awesome 'cause we drew and talked and ate! The definition of hanging out! Except maybe the drawing but that's ok.

In any case, the phrase reverse-racism really pisses me off! What does that mean? Racism the opposite of how we are usually racist? It's stupid! Don't they understand the definition of racism? Is this a politically correct phrase? Goddamn.

Why Japanese blogs are so fun: 80,000 pictures of cats in one blog. Or bunnies if you're Himaruya.

And sometimes llamas.

I hate you! Eat this chicken! EAT IT.

Le'see... where was I.

Oh yeah. Alex scared me when I wasn't facing her. 'Cause... she was there. And was outside the gate that I was exiting.

Weird.

We exited and I laughed at Baltimore's light rail. It's a line, with possibly three stops that deviate from the line. It's hard not to laugh at it though I really shouldn't've since it was meant mostly for the airport, if I'm right they have a more reasonable rail line somewhere.

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Really nice! I wish I could keep a sketchbook like that but I tend to draw things not from observation. I used to, should I go back to it? Hm.

In any case, I used to keep up with several art blogs but I've lost all the links. Too bad.

In any case, Alex bought a ticket for the train and we waited until it came around.

It arrived and it opened the doors and we paused before gett... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/25852430/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/25852430/ Fri, 10 Jul 2009 03:15:25 PDT
"I'd have to think about it a little bit."

It passed more slowly than he had hoped but he didn't have much of a choice.

He smiled, "I don't know. It was a little painful but maybe I'm too sensitive." He stretched across the table to reach the plate.

"Take it back."

He paused. "Huh?"

His friend grimaced. "Here, take this back." He put a box onto the table.

Proof that Kanye West is a fucking asshole:

"Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed. I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph."

And an idiot to top it all off. (Autograph? Books wordy? Words? Fuck no!)

Also. I hate Gil Thorp. I don't understand what part of it could possibly be enjoyable.

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Oh my fucking god, I have never heard of this until now and I wish my life had continued in that fashion.

Hyperbolic yelling aside, after calming down I find many of her pieces extremely compelling that could very well fit into the illustration genre today.

ARGH, why is my sister listening to N'snyc?! (Or backstreet boys, I dunno.) Who let her?! I thought I got her on my side when she said she liked my various indie rock and requested my mother to let her listen to the classical station in the car to hear some opera. (I know, awesome, right?)

Well, I guess you can like both... fine.

A chocolate rain joke on spongebob? Sob.

Also, someone tell me why angora rabbits are so fucking awesome. (And blobfish so incredibly strange. Ugh, the only fish I would not eat.)

In other breaking news, summer class is over! Fuck yes!

I was hoping to spend the rest of my summer working, not exciting but it's hard to refuse money. It looks like that won't be happening as my stepmother has just arrived in Virginia and I will be vacationing a lot with her. Woo hoo! I'm looking forward to it. North Carolina, camping, amusement park, visiting my apartment (haha, fun). And I have stuffed planned with Jessie too.

Oh yeah, and Alex. Otakon! Jessie's coming! Allright. Kinda wish I hadn't told Alex now. Haha, I kid. Speaking of Alex, the artbook arrived. And yes, it is awesome.

Now would you like the Transformers stickers (yes, transformers) or random final fantasy game stickers? Actually, you can have both since you're the type of dork that would use these stickers and I am not.

Yeah, I'm exhausted.

I stayed up til' 6 writing an essay.

In any case, I'm nearly a month behind on Vi's Manor due to happenings (school, mostly) and that awesome trip to Boston. ARGH. I need to get a comic up today before I leave for North Carolina tomorrow. But it's 6 am, I'm tired and I really want to play video games. What can I do?

Fuck it, comics come first.

Ah. Having been in Boston for a week I'm behind on all my favorite internet places... I don't seem to have time for them anytime soon either.

Also, nethernet, how did I manage to accumlate 14,500 DP points? What gives? I keep stashing boxes after boxes of 1000 dp. Make it go away!

God, I'm cursing a lot. And rambling about my life again.

Ok, comics!

Comics are happening! Lotsa comics! I can't keep up with all my comics! Sucks!

Ok, comic drawing time! (Actually, I should probably sleep first. Hmmmm.) But I slept yesterday. Doesn't that count for anything? Argh. I need to drive to North Carolina tomorrow, I need to get well rested.

Rghhh. And I still want to read and do other things. Oh yeah, draw! I wanna do that too. Forgot.

Things to do for NC:

-laundry
-comic
-Uh... video games? No, I guess I only have two things on my list. It's even sadder I felt the need to write a list for those two things.

Man. I haven't seen my sister in so long, it's been nearly, what, two years? Will she be wary of me and try to stab me in my eyes when I try to hug her as she would a bear? Will every word I say to her induce vomiting on her part due to creeped out feelings?

Tough call, tough call. We shall see.

BLAHBLAHBLBAHLALALBHBFLHABHLIALHDB.

Barf.

So fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I spent the last hour or two shouting just "fuck" at my stepdad's fucking wireless fucking all in one. Fuck.

Let me just say, it is made of pure hatred and that when I try to scan something I can feel it's pure hatred.

Seriously, why would you make it wireless but then not give a wire option? My laptops wireless is working fine, I can connect to the internet, I can send things via bluetooth quite easily. So why is it only that fucking printer that I can't fucki... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/25129182/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/25129182/ Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:53:00 PDT
Are you serious? Namco, you sonofabitch! Ohhhh. Look at us! Let's make this game 360 exclusive but let's be assholes and make a PS3 version of it! And if you play the 360 version of it, look for hints of that PS3 exclusive characters because we're assholes.

Also. Judith is younger than Yuri? Really?

I thought I could work in a business. Turns out I was wrong. Having to fake enjoying a person is harder than I thought.

Hey, sirrrrr. Make some more terrible business jokes!

Or use your catchphrases again!

"And then BAM!... it happened."

Or... "And then (snaps finger) just like that."

Also, why must businessmen make up stupid lingo? I thought those characters on t.v. were just jokes. No, not really. There really are people that terrible existing.

Luckily Blake is in my group and talking with him makes this bearable.

Smiling hurts not just my face but also my sense of well being now.

"Sure, that stuff may be fun but it doesn't make you money!"

Man. I feel like I'm in a story written by an extremely uncreative person.

Then he talked about how "awesome" it was for us to get this job as 100 or so people call everyday just to apply. Gee, does that sound familiar? Possibly when I got into VCU and KI?

Are standards slipping or is everyone else in the world actually more horrible than I thought they were?

Then under his list on how to be successful he listed ("and this is obvious") "Have to like people."

Hm. That's odd. I remember saying during the interview that my social skills suck because I'm a difficult person to get along with.

Also please stop saying "no props". Really. Has to be one of the worst phrases alive.

My Vi is Manor folder didn't transfer properly. So. I.

ARGH.

All the comics are there, that's good. I thought the entire author's note folder transferred but actually less than half of them did. Crap.

Then I lost my fanart folder and that's ok because it's easily rectified. Yet I lost all the illustrations I did of Vi is Manor. (I kept it in that folder instead of my "Crap I do")

CRAP.

Argh. I also lost all my pictures. Noooo. Pictures of my family and friends and all those pictures of buildings! All my references.

Yeah, having your computer die sucks.

In any case, so much for practicing my CGing.

Awesome things I have to work on:

-Vi is Manor (because it's awesome)
-Vi's manor
-Jenny's story
-Collab comic with Ashwara
-Vesperia gakuen (Is this going to be a webcomic? What is going on with this?)
-Shonen manga

I'm putting off Mark and Ryan until I can get the collab out of the way and finish off this arc and the next arc of Vi's Manor. I guess I'll wait 'til next year.

In any case I'm extremely excited about my shonen manga. Hm. Don't know what I'm going to do with it though. I guess I'll keep it like Vi's Manor, a personal thing.

For Vi's Manor I'm hoping to get Jeff's story finished up soon, it almost is. I really want to introduce Mark and Ryan already but... I'm so busy with class, work (why did I do this?), and learning to play the guitar (not counting books I want to read and video games I want to play).

I would like to take my time with the guitar but I'm borrowing it. Mmmm. I shouldn't rush it in the first place but gotta rush more than I would like. Oh yeah! Gotta look for a swimming class for Shreya and me.

Yeah. Gonna put off the video games.

Doo ba doo. I think I'm going to make my shonen manga and Vi is Manor top priority for the moment.

I wish I had something to write.

Oh my god! Don't eat that! YOU. I will slap it out of your hand!

Okok, could somebody what phrase the phrase "I will punch you alive" could have possibly derived from? Because I'm pretty sure it's nearly an actual phrase. Maybe?

I can't believe the amount of fanart I've accumulated in a year. Rghhh... I could cry from happiness if I haven't spent my tears over the past few days over sad stuff.

Why are these stories so horrendously sad? (Damn you Up!)

He smiled and nodded his head.

Man. Those last few short stories I drew really sucked. I always regret shortening a comic so why do I keep doing it?

"Worry about it later."

Ben snorted with laughter.

"Sure."

I'm still having a ton of trouble with the main character for my shonen manga. His personality can't seem to lean towards one extreme. It seems like the only way to make it work is to have both extremes at once? Argh... I need to draw a practice comic.

Actually, I need to do a practice one for the next short story... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/24696182/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/24696182/ Mon, 11 May 2009 00:18:20 PDT
Actually, I started to work really hard near the end but it seems like my time management still isn't up to snuff from all those years of procrastinating (go figure). So D, D, D. So far.

Have to take a summer course... Good chance of getting kicked out of KI. (I hope.)

Honestly? I was looking forward to this. For some reason I really wanted to take a summer course, it gives me a chance to be alone. Take some gen-ed classes only in the fall and reapply for KI. I wanted to wait to reapply for KI in the Spring but I'm not sure if I'd still have any required gen-ed classes lying around.

In any case!

I was busy today trying to upload my final exam for my teacher and finishing up all those stinking tests for that consumer class. I didn't have time to do Vi's Manor today. Sigh. Tomorrow.

When will I get to play video games again?!

I was talking about a collaboration comic with Ashwara today, and we got it mostly planned out and so far it seems horrendously awesome. We just need character designs right now and a fully thought out outline. It'll be exciting guys! Look forward to it soon!

Once it gets started I guess I'll have to scale back production for Vi's Manor. Bahbahbah. Which is fine.

And then I still have all these other comics in my sketchbook that I want to draw this summer, including finishing up the original Vi's Manor. Seriously. When will I get to play video games again? I have so many nice ones lined up. Sob sob.

It's a good thing I lent so many of my systems/games to people.

Dadadada. I really want to draw Adam and Dinh since they act really differently from my preliminary comic. But first I need to draw Vi's manor! I've been afraid to ever since I drew that Nathan and Giuseppe part. Do I have it in me to draw another? Sigh.

Uh. Entertainment.

Let's Get Ready to Crumble by The Russian Futurists. I wish I could stop playing this song. I hate you, song! Hate!

Also, is there any reason for this English voice acting? Seriously? Was there any harm in keeping it Japanese?

Also, again with the preview? Stoppp. We know it's upcoming. Just stop teasing us so cruelly.

As a segue, do I have a thing for characters like that? Austria and Takami? (I've rekindled my love for AmericaxEngland but I don't remember how.) I'd prefer Hungary paired up with Prussia but I still love that German love triangle! D'awww.

But of my fucking god, TakamixSakuraba! I want to cry, they are so great. (Thank you Alex for that near alarmist-in-manner journal.)

Kudos to the translation, by the way. (And the beautiful scan.) "I was too late. I became frantic too late," really. An amazing translation.

In any case. Holy shit, seriously?

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I can't write anymore. Ahhh. Takami and Sakuraba.

I need to draw fanart. Now.

Also. What the hell is with Kakei and Mizumachi? So... Geez. I can't help but feel it's on purpose.

(And Shin is so kickass.) Aw, Shin and Sena.

See? This is why I should've stopped reading manga. They completely clog up my journal. But can you blame me?!

Fuck it. I can't rant about Takami and Sakuraba enough. Noo. I need to go do my work.

Sob sob, Takami and Sakuraba. Why can't I find a doujin with Sakuraba post haircut? Boohoo.

In any case, the art of the manga has gotten simplified. There's less lines now and I'm not enjoying it. Clifford pisses me off, the way he's drawn. Bah. Oh well.

But all the match ups for one on one battles are really fantastically done. It's gorgeous how it's been flowing. Good stuff.

Occasionally they do add more shading to him and it looks really good. Sigh. But rarely now.

There was also a close up of the Don's eye where they had drawn the multiple bags under it and it was gorgeoussssss.

Now I just gotta read all those other manga series I've neglected. I can't wait! (Argh. But I have so much I need to draw!)

Like Takami and Sakuraba?

Sigh. Don't entertain the thought.

I need to post a worthwhile journal for once.

I accidentally came across two of my readers having a discussion about Vi's Manor. So flattering! To think that readers are discussing your comic with each other? Ah. It's good stuff man.

Kinda makes me feel bad that I'm late all the time.

Ugh. Jesus Christ.

It doesn't seem like anyone's on good terms with me anymore.

And my family. Y'know. I have summer classes and I would like to buy light and a mattress for my apartment so I'm sorry I can't go to a birthday party for a cousin for a full weekend. (And I know you're disappointed in me yet not with my cous... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/24163795/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/24163795/ Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:30:47 PDT
I got into... my first choice for department! YES. KI here I come!

Except knowing the way things have been going for me this year my GPA will probably slip below 2.0 and I'll get kicked out.

Oh well. At least I know they wanted me.

In any case, I've been feeling guilty about getting into KI. Because of Cameron.

Initially when I told him I was thinking of trying out for KI he vehemently protested. I assumed it was due to the fact that I'm kinda mean to him.

Then I told him I did try out for KI. He freaked out on me again.

I couldn't understand why until he kept going.

"Vi, there's no way you won't get in! You're too good!"

"Um. What?"

"Look, here's a list of people trying out for KI, and I'm at the bottom. Then you come into the top and I'm out!"

I gave him a look. "Cameron, I think you're praising me too much."

Then the fated day where everyone finds out what program they'll get into.

I go with Michelle, the two of us unbearably nervous to find out.

In the line I ask Michelle if we should go into some room immediately after we get back our portfolio so we can find out.

She shakes her head. "N-n way. Let's wait until we get to your car."

"Y-yeah. I'm behind that."

Then I notice Cameron walking out of the room with his portfolio.

"Cameron! Hey, Cameron!"

He stops to listen to me.

"Hey! What major did you get into?"

"I haven't looked yet."

"Wha? Well, look now and tell me! C'mon!"

"No."

"Wha- Cameron!" He walks off. "Jerk! Well, good luck!" I shout after him.

At the end of the line.

"Michelle, you want to go first?"

"No, you."

"Sigh. Alright."

I wait outside the room for Michelle who walks out holding a piece of paper and tells me, "I got into sculpture."

""What?! You looked?! I thought you said to wait until we get into the car!" I hurriedly look for my letter.

The wonderful first line stands out: You have been accepted into the Kinetic Imaging Department at VCUarts!

I whoop. "Michelle! I got into my first choice of KI! Awesome! Wasn't sculpture your second?"

"Yeah. Though I'm glad since I was unsure of having picked painting as my first choice. I'm glad I got into sculpture. Not to mention it's the number one department in the country."

"That's great!"

"Yeah, thought it's weird considering I got rejected from painting. But I'm happy!"

I notice Estella waiting in line.

"Heyyyy. Estella! Whaddup!"

"Oh, hey Vi! Did Cameron tell you what major he got into?"

"No, did he tell you?"

"Yeah."

"What?! Why doesn't he tell me-"

"He didn't get into KI."

I could feel dread coming in. "What?"

"Yeah, he looked really sad. Though you could tell he was trying to be tough."

"Ah... Um... W-what department did he get into?"

"Graphic design."

I pause to contemplate. "Wasn't that his third choice?"

"I dunno."

"Yeah, it was. After Comm. Arts. Damn..."

"Vi, did you get into KI?"

I pause and slowly nod my head. "Uh-huh."

"Vi! Are you serious? You can't tell Cameron!"

"I know!"

"You have to lie to him!"

"I know!"

"Tell him... Tell him you got into Art Ed. or something!"

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Gah. Shit. I gotta go Estella. Good luck getting into fashion, man."

"Ok, well, bye Vi."

I'm walking to my car with Michelle while there's a momentary silence between us.

Michelle breaks it by saying, "So because of you Cameron couldn't get in, huh?"

"S-shut up! Maybe it wasn't because of me! Why couldn't it have been the other 39 people who got accepted?!"

"I can't believe Cameron was rejected because of you."

"Shut up!"

I'm being ridiculous. Hopefully.

In any case, once again there's the stipulation that I need to have a 2.0 or higher. Which, considering how well my work ethic for FI has been going so far, I'll probably fail soon enough.

Speaking of FI, Jessica in my class has stopped talking to me since that incident where I disagreed with her on that essay we had to read. Yes, silence treatment. Good way to deal with your anger. I know she's thought I've been stupid since the beginning of the year but what the fuck. Gahhh. Whatever. That's one less person I have to talk with in my life.

Some chick said to me, quite seriously, "I have no soul."

I was trying really hard to give a serious response to that statement, but Cameron was there, mocking her by saying, "I hav... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/23501152/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/23501152/ Tue, 03 Mar 2009 03:26:38 PST
"I don't think I understand what it is you're asking of me."

As they walked past a wall, blocking them from accessing the park.

His friend smiled.

"Don't think about it too hard."

"How could you ask me to not think too hard about a topic like that?"

He grew frustrated as he tried to wipe off the dry paint on hands.

His friend grabbed one as they continued to walk.

It was getting harder for him as his shedding hair was interfering with the picture, ruining it, falling onto wet spots.

He rubbed a bit of dry paint off his hands and onto his face.

His friend was looking for something in his pocket. He said.

"You're going to have to think about it, though, at some point."

"About my imminent death?"

"You sound like you're going to die in the next 20 years."

"Accidents happen."

"Rarely."

He glared to his other side.

"I don't understand the things you say."

"Hm."

His friend had found his lighter and lit it.

"He said death was oncoming."

"But he was no one important."

"That doesn't make him wrong."

"If he was right he'd be important."

He took his hand out of his friend's hand. He rubbed his own face.

"I swear to god there's something wrong with you mentally. I'm trying my hardest to help you and you start spouting this shit that I can't even begin to comprehend. I didn't stop work just to have you frustrate me."

His friend pondered the cigarette in his mouth.

"Why can't you even try to understand the things I say instead of making me try to understand you?"

"No one's asking you to understand. Why can't the things I say just be the things I
say?"

His friend examined the foil of the cigarette box as he stopped walking.

His friend turned to him.

"Maybe you need to calm down."

"It's hard to be calm when I'm so angry."

His friend smiled at him.

He retorted.

"That's the definition of angry."

His friend laughed and grabbed his hand again.

"Tell me more."

He looked up.

"About understanding and acceptance."

"I'm sick of that. Tell me something else."

They continued their walk by the wall, hoping to find some way to access the park.

Ben was getting frustrated with his brother.

He fumed as he shuffled through his schoolwork.

"Seriously, who thought this was a good idea?"

It wasn't Carl's fault he was sick but... Couldn't he go buy his own medicine?

And, maybe, the mustard too?

ANGORLADIAOZLD>A>. Phobia. Must-cheese-tard-also-yesssssssssss.

I sighed as I patted Peter's head.

"I wish your passion, your interest, and your talent were always the same thing."

Peter looked up from under my hand.

"It is for me."

I glared and shoved him. He only laughed in response.

Tis the end.

"Suicide is always an option!"

He sighed.

"Not... no. Please don't. We're going to lose grade if you do."

Speaking of grade, I got the most amazing attachment for Yuri!

It's called Prince.

Get it? Get it?

Here's a second hint.

It's kinda, really awesome.

There's a song called "What a Man" by YMCK.

Why can't I stop listening to it? Stupid chip music.

Also, why is William Tell so awesome? I wish I knew the dude.

Once, Twice, Again! has such an addicting rift. Dammit!

It reminded me of The Pillows and their impossible to stop listening to rifts... (Like White summer, green... something blue... something? Stupid song!)

I just wished the lyrics matched up to the music better. It's kinda awkward to listen to.

Man. I love Mingus by I'm from Barcelona. It's really great.

Yay. I finished my art project at 6:22am. My rite of passage as an art student.

Time to... uh. Clean up? Kinda don't want to. Psh.

Later, I say.

Dear roommate Shayla.

I just thought you should know

that

when you are sleeping

I have the courtesy to

SHUT THE FUCK UP

while you are sleeping.

While I'm here I just thought if I could ask.

Were you raised as a child or did you accidentally manage to grow up and stay alive until this age?

Now that I'm awake I find it terrible I think these thoughts but I do. I imagine grabbing my roommates by the neck (especially in the morning when they're getting ready for class and they have to spray their shits all... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/22965871/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/22965871/ Mon, 02 Feb 2009 14:34:02 PST
Even so I shudder to think what kind of person I would have turned out to be if I weren't friends with my friends.

But February still sucks.

I have so much shitting homework, (the shits is everywhere, man) I hope I can get Vi is Manor done tonight but... I doubt it. It used to be just a comic and an elsewhere comic but now there's shit everywhere.

Shit-tastic!

And then school is busy-fying.

I made my first video for time studio and it's shit-tastic without the -tastic.

Beautiful.

I don't want to do this anymore. Damn you, AFO. Well, only three more months, 25 classes of Time left, 75 hours of that class.

Also, dear Mr. Hobo-man/woman. Please give me back my truism project. I know it saves you the trouble of having to put sharpie to cardboard but seriously? When people see you with such a classy sign they are going to think you're made of money to be able to afford all that classy material. (That's INDUSTRIAL strength velcro my fine friend.)

Seriously man. If I fail this class on your head be it.

I must head to my fun fun college class but college is nothing but fun.

Fun fucking everywhere! I'm so glad I'm paying money for this.

People actually liked my video. We watched it twice.

My teacher the entire time didn't comment on the videos, he just asked people what impression they had.

Yet after viewing my video he turned to me specifically and asked what I thought of someone else's video.

Always.

Dammit. Why do I suck at this?

All I've done February is complain. I'll wait to write some more when I don't have anything to whine about.

Give me a vague reference to Arrested Development and there's a good chance I'll get it.

Make an obvious reference to my own comics and I'll probably miss it. (Embarrassingly so.)

Except this time.

Alex, what's wrong with you?

On that topic though... I went to go check Shreya's birthday and accidentally came across all her info on facebook. It is rift with me.

Seriously? I thought she had more friends.

I just thought every one of you should know, flattery will get you nowhere. You'll still have to pay for half my katsucon ticket.

Oh my god. Did you guys know Demetri Martin has his own show now? I'm so excited!

I went through a period where I watched a lot of stand up comedians on Comedy Central, he was my favorites. I thought he was really original. Yay!

Kinda wish I had cable hooked up to my t.v.

My trash can reeks of trash can.

Man. I am so sleepy. I should go to sleep.

Dude. I love reading Asterix. Uderzo, man. My hero. I still mourn the death of Goscinny.

I have a hundred dollars this month. What should I spend it on? Turns out all the BL I wanted to buy isn't released til' April or so. Damn! Guess I should save it. For...

Man. I really want to spend it on books.

No, Vi! Fortitude, man. Fortitude.

HEY JEFF.

HEY!

Jeff, wave, damn you, wave!

Ugh, screw you. I'm going to sleep.

Just because I made your life miserable. Whatever. You brought it on yourself, man! You have no one to blame but yourself!

I'm still angry at the waitress at Fishbone. She has my picture of Flynn! Do you understand, lady?! Sigh.

[link]

This article scares me.

Probably because I know this isn't too much a stretch.

Man. I love onion videos. So great.

SHITTTTT.

I've been pretty bad at keeping tabs on... time in general lately. I completely forgot today was Wednesday and I missed my class.

Not to mention I missed my academic advisor's meeting on Monday.

SHIT. If this keeps going on how am I going to pass? ARghh. I hope I didn't fail my project class. Crappp.

Why am I so bad at keeping time? If this keeps going I'm going to fail college just due to my forgetfulness.

Speaking of that, remember Vi to do Module 2 for your finances class. And schedule a new meeting with Mr. Birchett.

Sigh.

Well, if I do badly enough maybe they won't let me come back.

I had a nightmare last night about Alex and Shreya coming to visit me this Friday.

I was hanging out in my room when Alex called me to tell me she was in Richmond already. And then she also tells me Shreya couldn't make it at the last minute.

Then Alex told me she wasn't going to be staying in my dorm but some random guy's dorm the entire weekend and onc... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/22497920/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/22497920/ Sat, 10 Jan 2009 00:06:00 PST
New Year's? Yeah. I forgot. I forget things but one thing I'll never forget is my love for toilet humor. I wish I had more to draw in Vi's Manor. Oh well. You can only think of so much before it starts getting vulgar. (I want it so that when people read Vi's Manor they get the impression of a innocent, 20 year old virgin. One that is also confused about it's sexuality.)

Ah. I had an underwear joke that sorta fit the theme... Hmm.

But yeah. Alex and I went to go eat today and... lotta money.

Going back to toilet/underwear humor...

Geh! I think my hand drawn comics look tons better than my computer drawn ones. Seriously, why do they look so awful?

Ah. I wish I could draw it every day! But since it's reader interactive I need to give the reader a chance to comment. Sigh.

She sat and smiled slightly. Realizing. She needed to take responsibility for her actions.

And. Realizing. That blaming your actions on your emotions doesn't detract the blame from yourself.

And so she smiled as she said, "I apologize for being such a bitch." rather than saying, "I apologize for being a bitch. It's my time of the month."

There was something.......... liberating. Strangely. In knowing, in stating, that your actions are due to no reason other than yourself.

Empowering? Possibly.

The feeling that you control your actions.

"I lie about everything so that if anyone has anything negative to say, I won't feel the sting as they hate something that's not actually me."

She took a step down the stairs.

"But."

As the person berated the philosophy she had pretended to believe in.

"It's lonely when all the things they hate or like about you has nothing to do with you."

Feeling alone as she stood in front of the person who continued to scold her.

She smiled as she stated, "I actually believe" as the person lambasted that philosophy, stirring her, stirring, her, feelings into an, stirring, anger that let her participate in the emotionally charging conversation.

Reaching the last step she sat down and stretched out her arms onto her knees.

"And choosing to assume that everyone dislikes me so I end up feeling terrible about myself so that I can play the tragic heroine."

She moved her arms into an arc above her head.

"And not confessing out of fear of rejection and leading a lonely life that I can blame solely on my feelings so I can continue the role of the tragic heroine"

She tilted her head and smiled.

"is the saddest thing I've ever heard."

And life moved on as she stood still.

And life moved on when she ran with it.

She moved the leaves as she ran yet when she stood they merely stayed the same.

And so she continued to run knowing the leaves would move from the wind of her moving body even if the trees would not.

Ugh. I still need more toilet jokes. Does anybody have one? Just give me a strange personal experience and I should be able to make something from it.

Speaking of that! I had one about some chick who accidentally used Eve cleansing... thing... in her hair. But I thought the word "vagina" was too inappropriate so I've been hesitant.

Mm. The story of Jeff is going well. I wish I could give it a happy ending though. Haha.

God damn.

Giuseppe sneezed.

Why is Flynn so frigging adorable?! Oh my goddd.

Yeah. I don't know. I don't have much to say. Persona 4, Tales of Vesperia has been taking up my entire winter vacation time. Some hanging out with friends but that's not as important.

Maybe if we kill Nathan... Giuseppe will go back back to being Mr. Awesome? Maybe? Possibly? Let's give it a try.

Reading my old comics is the most difficult thing ever. There are absolutely no panels. I'll admit it is easier to draw though.

I think when it comes to Vi's Manor... I prefer the extra comics...

"Sir... whatever you do... don't... eat her alive.

"Seriously."

Nathan's quite a stud, huh, Giuseppe?

Haha. Looking at old Vi's Manor is totally great. Look, inking! Aw. It's all so cute... Everything I draw is like that, huh? Sigh.

Holy shit, yo. Here's when I was still designing clothes. That's... a great sleeve. It's split all the way up to the elbow but it's cut at the bottom so when you raise your arm it still acts like a sleeve.

There's a jacket I really liked. It only had one button at the very end.

Mmm. Fun. I'm too lazy to try designing stuff anymore.

And I really liked that jacket! I don't know what type of fabric could keep it's shape like that... Unless you ran a wire in it? But that kinda rui... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/21834509/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/21834509/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 16:20:44 PST
I mean, ignoring that idiot who started talking about corn in their pants.

I hope it was one of my friends who made that comment so I don't feel so guilty about calling them an idiot so much.

Dammit, I wish Drunkduck had a better way of knowing what comments were posted. They only show you the newest one. I hate having to go through all my old shiz just to read comments.

Haha. They said Beau was cute.

In any case, I will now commence with complaining about college.

I have two final exams Monday next week, one was originally on Wednesday which would've been wonderful since he gave us an assignment of an artwork on an 11x17 just this Wednesday.

And then I have nothing the rest of the week. I thought I would get to go home the beginning of finals week...

But then I have my art history exam on Tuesday the week after finals week.

I was filled with fury at the news.

But since I found out my roommate will be out the entire time, I am utterly enjoying relaxing and sleeping with the lights off at night. It is sweet.

I have a group essay (with research, of which I've done none) due in three hours (maximum).

There's this girl in my group, every time she talks everyone in the room kinda rolls their eyes or puts their head down. As did I.

Not that she said bad things, she just said them completely off topic. And she tends to talk over people.

So one day I started talking to her and found myself really liking her company.

After FI yesterday, my entire group decided to go to the library after class to compile their essays together. We were all in an elevator and my friend Eva was with us.

One girl looked around. "Hey, aren't we missing someone?"

"Yeah, that girl."

"Oh, so she's not going to help us with the essay then?"

I rolled my eyes. They probably didn't tell her what we were doing.

"Well, it's better this way anyways, right?"

"Yeah!"

They five of them start laughing and I fumed and stormed out of the elevator while it was still open.

Eva was surprised and yelled at me. "Vi! Where are you going?"

The rest of them whispered to each other. "Where the hell is she going?"

I heard the elevator close before hearing Eva calling my name and running after me.

"Vi, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you hear them?"

"Hear what?"

"What they said about Toni! That they were glad she wasn't there."

Eva paused. "I didn't hear that."

"Well, feel lucky."

I rounded the corner and found Toni talking to our teacher and Eva and I waited for her around the corner.

I greeted Toni once she finished and told her how the group went to the library. I asked her if she wanted to go.

"I have a lot of work to do tonight, two essays including this one due tomorrow. I don't know... Maybe I should anyways, since it's a group project."

I thought about it a moment. "Nah, if you have a ton of work, don't worry about it. They're not working on too much anyways. Let's just go."

"You sure?"

Eva pumped her fists. "Yeah, Vi! Let's go eat!"

"No, fool! I told you I already told you I got take out that's currently in my dorm!"

Eva lowered her arms. "Oh. Then let's go eat in your dorm!"

I sighed. "That's fine."

"Yay! Toni, do you want to come with us?"

"Eh, really? You sure?"

We go back to my dorm and Toni notices my advent children posters (sigh) on my wall.

"Oh, Vi. Do you watch anime?"

"Um... Yeah."

"Me too! I love anime! Tell me any anime and I've probably watched it!"

I paused. "Samurai Champloo?"

"Yes."

"Holy crap, isn't it awesome?!"

"Yeah, it really is amazing!"

I pause and decided to go for a long shot. "Eye... shield 21?"

"Eye... oh yeah! Eyeshield 21! I've read that!"

"HOLY CRAP. Isn't it the greatest thing ever?!"

"Yeah, it really is good. I watched the anime first... All of it."

"Wha-"

"But after I did I wanted to read the manga and it is... really amazing."

"Holy shit, isn't it?!"

"And then Panther is showing up again."

"I KNOW."

And then the three of us ate and talked and flipped through an art book.

In any case, now my essay is due in two and a half hours. Do I like my group mates enough to do it? Or am I passive aggressive enough to not do my assignment out of fury?

I'm going with the latter.

Ugh. What the hell? I guess if I want to get more... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/21262498/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/21262498/ Sat, 01 Nov 2008 10:02:46 PDT
Oh my goddddd. Eyeshield 21!

Aw. Shoulda saw that coming... yet I was thoroughly convinced Deimon would lose. Inagaki, you devil you.

Mannn. How adorable. Everyone came onto the field! Aw...

Man. What a fitting way to start November...

I preordered Persona 4. I'm not really sure why I'm buying the game. (I have a nagging suspicion I'm buying it for the soundtrack. God, I hope not.)

Oh, shit. Dude. You know what I just realized? I kept wondering why I liked November so much... and then I realized.

My birthday is in November.

SHIT. That would have been all fine and dandy in elementary school... But I'm turning 19! SHIT. With that age people will assume I'm in college!

Noooo.

In any case, there were a lot of really adorable kids on Halloween. Aw...

"PETER!"

I picked Peter up from his usual spot on the carpet and tossed him into the air.

"Wah! Vi! Put me down!"

"Aw, why? You're ok when Mark does it."

"But you have arms like jelly."

I glare as I throw him onto the bed. "You brat! See if I care!"

Peter giggled from being tossed on the bed. I faltered a little and sat down next to him. "So, Peter. How was your Halloween?"

Peter raised his arms. "It was awesome! Brother and Ryan took me to the houses around here like you told him to! And I got a lot of candy! It's around here somewhere."

Peter climbed off the bed to discover where he his his stash of candy as I lounged on the bed. "What did you dress up as?"

"Um..." Peter lifted up pieces of cardboard I had under my bed. "A... ghost." Peter peeked over the edge of the bed. "Remember? You cut some eyeholes in a white sheet for me."

"Oh yeah. Yeah." I smile to myself. "Man. What handiwork."

Peter nodded. "It kept slipping so brother got a vampire costume instead."

I revulsed. "Ugh, seriously?! Why?!"

"You don't like vampires?" He moved my trashcan around.

"Noooo. Gross, dude. Oh well. Did anything else happen?"

"Mmmm." Peter paused in his search. "Ryan was really afraid of everything... Even the orange lights."

"Sounds like him."

"Yeah... Vi. You should really dust a little more."

"Whatever. Is that it?"

"Mmm. Yeah. And then brother took the three of us to get some hot chocolate drink... And we sat in the park."

I smile. "Aw. That sounds awesome, dude."

"Yeah... What did you do, Vi?"

I made a face. "Was Halloween yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously? My activities were so un-Halloween like I coulda sworn it was another day entirely... Except my memory is interspersed with people in costumes."

"Really? What kinda costumes?"

"Uhhh... Some high school kids in nothing more than a scream mask... Adorable kids, aw. So cute. And... college females dressing like whores and every single guy cross dressing."

"Cross dressing?"

"Yeah, where guys dress like females."

"Why?"

"I dunno, man! It's their costume. I guess Halloween is an excuse for them to dress as such. Ah. The females bothered me the most. I was like, 'Seriously, man?'"

"Hmmmm. Yeah. It was gross."

"Wasn't it?"

"What did you do though?"

"Ohhh. Oh geez. I remember rushing through my Vi is Manor comic... Geez. Uh. I hung out with Michelle for 10 hours. We walked around mostly. It was fun. We found an Asian supermarket!"

"Really?"

"Really! It was awesome! I bought a lot of shrimp chips and some coconut bread. Tasty."

"Oh. Can we share a bag of shrimp chips later?"

"Totally, dude!"

"Is that it?"

"Nah, we did a bunch of stuff. Not important. It's cool."

Peter made a face at me. "You're a boring story teller, Vi."

"Whatever, dude! All my stories would only be funny with the party involved. In any case, did you find your candy, Peter?"

Peter made a frustrated sigh. "No."

"Did you put it in the food drawer?"

Peter perked up. "Oh, maybe." He went over to the dresser and pulled it out. "Whoh! Vi, there's four bags of candy in here!"

"Ah, yeah. Michelle and I went to Target and bought four bags each. They were on sale."

"You have as much candy as I do!"

"Haha. I'll share with you. But I had to pay for mine. Isn't that sad? It's like having to buy your own Christmas gift."

"Yeah, that is sad."

"Shut up, man! Just wait until you're in college! Mannnn. I really wanted to pass out candy too."

"You should have built a cardboard house and passed candy from that."

I rubbed my chin. "Hm. Not a completely horrible idea."
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Peter muffled from under his blanket. "Vi."

I too muffled. "What is it?"

"It's cold."

"I know."

Silence as Peter contemplated burning something and I contemplated skipping class. I eventually got myself out of bed.

"Hot damn it's cold!" I shivered, looking for protection for my feet from the cold floor. "Peter. You want to go to my classes with me today?"

"No." Muffled.

"It's warmer there."

Peter peeked over. "Ok."

"Great. Let's go brush our teeth."

It's a good thing I didn't skip class. We were doing figure drawings today. H'alright.

Other than losing one of my artwork somehow while I was walking, an 18 x 24 piece no less. (It was the only good figure drawing I did, dammit.) Today was pretty awesome. It all involved me spending money.

First was MainArt where I had to replenish my supply of newsprint and nupastels. I splurged. I wanted to buy watercolors, but the cheap sets were all really crappy paint. So I decided to splurge on some tube ones. They were on sale and only 3 dollars a tube but I'm still saving my money so I only bought two. (And one awesome red sable paint brush. My favorite but so expensive.)

I also bought a new pencil case! Hooray. I finally decided to retire my Hikaru no Go one. Sigh. Poor thing. I was going to buy an orange one but it was eight dollars so a plastic blue one that was only a buck. It doesn't fit much though.

"Awesome! Now that that's done Peter, let's go the book sale at the library!"

"Why are you so excited?"

"Hardcover books are only two dollars and paperback is only a buck. How much more awesome can it get?"

Peter made a face. "I dunno. I have the feeling it's going to be a lot of nonfiction. Weren't you complaining about that the last time you went? That you couldn't find any fiction?"

My face faltered. "Oh yeah." I pouted a little as we made our way to the library.

Possibly six shelves of books, a width apart, and 15 people.

"Huh, smaller than I thought."

Peter nodded. "Yeah."

"Why don't you go find books for me, Peter? You're small."

Peter shook his head. "No way! And I can't read yet!"

"Augh, loser, fine!"

Lots of reference books. They all looked interesting, though. I wanted to buy them just for fun if I ever felt bored and wanted to read some really sexist/racist 1900s... whatever it was. I also found a Sears/Roebucks catalog from 1900! But I dropped it somewhere.

"Oh, look, Peter." I pointed to a series of faded, hardcover spines.

"Hm?"

"Haha. Classics. Plato... Dante. Should I buy these?"

"What for? Would you read them?"

"At some point I will. Just for fun, y'know?"

Peter made a face at me. "I don't get you. You always look at the old ones."

I laughed. "They're fun, dude! Though some of them are novels which I have no intention of buying."

"Why not?"

"There's no summary! How am I going to know if there's a romance or not?"

Peter sighed.

"Oh. John Updike? Hm." I picked up the thick book in my hand. "I've seen his name a lot. Oh, the rabbit series. I was going to read this... should I buy it?"

"Sure. It's only two dollars."

"Hm. Ok." We browse some more, finding some old art books. I pick up some selected short stories of O. Henry.

In the end we left the library with nothing in hand.

Peter glared at me. "We spent an hour in there and you didn't buy anything?"

"Well, I mean. I regret not buying the famous Soap Opera's cookbook dating from the 50s... but we must all make do. Maybe I should've bought 'Sex over 40'."

Peter glared. "Thanks for making me waste my time."

I sighed. "You enjoyed it. Don't lie."

"Maybe. Did you see that guy with 8 huge books in arm?"

I laugh. "Oh yeah! And they were all old microbiology textbooks! Man. There sure were a lot of textbooks there."

Peter and I smile as we make our way back to my dorm to squeeze in a two hour nap before my next class.

The two of us woke to the alarm of my cellphone, neither of us wanting to get up.

"C'mon, Peter. I already skipped this class once. Les'go."

"Sigh. Ok."

On the way we pass by a used bookstore I had stopped by earlier that was closed. It seems like the store doesn't open til' way past noon.

I approach the elevator to the top deck of the parking lot where my class was held and I notice four girls from my class in front of the elevator starting... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/20768494/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/20768494/ Tue, 30 Sep 2008 21:51:57 PDT
Guys. GUYS.

They all looked up at him.

It is October, guys! It is FUCKING OCTOBER.

They stared at him.

I seriously think I'm going to shit my pants, man! IT'S OCTOBER.

They yawned and rolled onto their sleep to resume their sleep as he commenced with the shitting of his pants.

Hey, have you read my webcomic? 'Cause you totally should, dude. It's pretty gay if that's any incentive. And for those of you not into the BL thing, it can also be not gay.

However you want to look at it!

Noir looked curiously around him before looking curiously above him.

"Kalyan?"

Kalyan was flipping some pages in his book. "Hm?"

"Um..." Noir shuffled his feet a bit. "Dad...?"

Kalyan shifted his view to Noir. "Hm?"

Noir blushed in pleasure. "It's nothing!" Noir laughed softly into his hands a little.

Kalyan waited patiently for Noir, who skipped happily away, before returning to his book.

Hey, did you miss the presidential debate? This about sums it up.

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HEY. I have classes. In college. I do stuff. Like... draw. Exciting? Why nothing but. I am also severely sleep deprived. Because of homework? No in the slightest. I just can't stop CGing every freaking night... until 3am.

C'mon, man. I have classes at 8.

But I laughed to myself anyways.

Oh yeah.

Comic idea 1- Lots of panels in between sentences exchanged by the inclusion of many, many panels that focus on details. Possibly, about three sentences exchanged will take nearly three pages?

#2- Uh... String of those in between scenes I tend to do with strangers... Starts off with a "main character" then leading to his death which leads to the mourners and the continues on to a lot of other characters... A very unstory story?

He rested his head on his neck and his breathing caused his head to raise slightly before sinking back into his neck.

All in all, it was very comforting.

#3- Story of "twins".

He walked around and nearly tripped over the curb.

He sighed to himself. "Oh, the woes of the world."

He continued on his way.

Love smells like children.

Ok, I'm done. I really need some sleep.

I guess I should talk normally for a while... Uh. I have nothing to talk about. I listen to music? Draw everyday? Go to classes. I also eat and go to the bathroom. Isn't that amazing? Gasp, I know.

Ohoh. And also... I frequent Lowe's and the supermarket for absolutely no reason whatsoever!

I also gave some money to a homeless person and my piggy bank's legs broke due to the vast amount of coins in it.

What should I do? Should I try to help it regain the use of it's legs by taking out the coins and actually use it/exchange it for some paper money?

Peter smiled at me. "That pig is pretty awesome."

"I know, right?"

And we grinned at each other.

-Vi

Clipboard in hand, he paced the stage. "Alright, we're trying to collect some data so... we're going to do this by hand count."

He paused for dramatic effect, adjusting his glasses. "So, everyone raise your hand and I'll count them."

And the man-with-no-arms who sat on the back watched, and stared. Slowly, all the hands were lowered, mockingly.

And he sobbed silently for not having even counted as a person.

The girl next to him leaned towards him. She whispered to him.

"Don't worry. I raised two hands."

Oh, benign, benign.

"You're such a benign man, John! And I... so... malignant."

She sobbed dramatically on the cover of the novel.

John laughed and left for something gayer.

Peter looked at me. "Vi."

"Whaddup?"

"Your teacher got angry at you again today, huh?"

I glowered. "Could you not remind me?"

"Everyone notices that he only yells at you."

I raise my hand in frustration. "Peter, could you shut up?! It pisses me off enough already."

He smiled mockingly at me. "Teacher's pet."

"Shut up. You suck up to your brother."

"Uh... well, he's family."

I glare at Peter. "That doesn't make any sense."

It did, so Peter just smiled at me. "Vi, didn't you also lose sleep last night due to some emergency?"

"Why don't you tell me? You were there."

Peter smiled more. "Yeah! It was really awesome! Being outside at 1:30am! I've never been out that late!"

"A child, aren't you?"

"Definitely!"

We grin at each other.
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Check it out if you want... but don't.

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Hm. There is a guitar hero tournament going on in my dorm. Should I go? I feel tempted.

Hey! Let's complain about college! OK!

My 2-D art teacher is REALLY awesome. Like, too much. His awesomeness is going to murder me in my sleep.

That's how awesome he is.

-Vi

There is a God.

I went to anime club today and I found someone who really likes to write but has no one that wants to draw for her.

Awesome.

I am... completely suffering from not being able to download any torrents. Noooo. My anime! My anime soundtracks(lame)!

In any case...

OH MY GOD. The beetles! They got me! Argh! I'm going down a third time! (cough cough) I have beetles coming out of my god damn orifices! ARGH, GOD, NO!

(He picked up the guitar and rolled it along the ground to see whether or not the wind had any adverse affect on his roommate's health. His findings proved groundless.)

They told him it was groundless. That his conclusions were all based on conjecture. That his experiment was faulty.

But did he listen to them?

No. He did not.

Seriously, he didn't.

So he published a finding in Homemaker's monthly only to find that housewives hated him too.

With nothing to do, he roamed the country. Preaching, preaching, preaching. About the guitar, the wind, the rain.

He was near the end of his ropes when nary a person listened until quite suddenly... salvation.

He met a man who had a met a man who knew a man of a man that ate a man's quiche. But all those other men weren't important, what is important is the man he met.

That man who met a man who knew a man of a man that ate a man's quiche... thus making him a very important man.

He then yelled out, "I fucking LOVE this tablet!"

Man. Beck was... amazing. I nearly cried because of how good the story telling was. It is so utterly excellent!

You never know what's going to happen in the story... the foreshadowing is so misleading. I love it! Beck was so... great. Man.

And then whenever Sakurai and Koyuki hung out... they were so cute. "Yeah! A chain reaction!" "Boom!" Haha....

Oh my god... and then I was like, "Holy crap! Taira is bass for The Pillows!"

Granted, it wasn't the Pillows. It was... The Knights or something. Something.

Haha. Ah. Man... It... it was so amazing. Beck, I love you.

I went to go visit my grandpa only to be shocked to see him up and walking around. The last couple of times I went to go visit him, he was too tired to stay awake in his chair and talk to us so my aunt and I sat in his room and read books or magazines.

I was happy to see him walking around fine despite his rather thin limbs. I worry all the time that his legs will buckle underneath him every time he gets up but I'm sure he knows his body better than I do.

He sits down in his chair and he brings up college. The general reaction to when I say I'm tired from the amount of work is usually, "Aren't you just drawing?"

Haha... I fucking wish! My grandpa's was slightly different. "Well, draw or not draw, I don't care. Just so long as you go to school." Hi wife smiles at me.

It was a backward compliment which I appreciated, the best reaction I've gotten from my family so far.

He brings up the fact that I'm his first born again and how proud he was of me, which causes me to swell with pride.

"Vi, are you doing well in school?"

"Yes, my teachers have been praising me." a sentence that sounds less awkward in Vietnamese, really.

He nods. "That's good, good. I'm glad. Keep doing well in school and I'll stay alive for your graduation, alright?"

We all laughed but I wanted to cry. Death is always inevitable and it always hurts. I marvel about that. About the emotional connection that humans have with one another. It's just strange, emotions, really.

If anyone tells me that emotions are just chemical reactions and then uses psychology as a basis I will fucking kill them.

In any case, BECK.

I love it when Sakurai and Koyuki hang out. It's so cute. I always wanted to make characters with a relationship like that. Well, actually, I did. Multiple ones. I haven't gotten around to it. Later, later.

Rgh. Yeah. School has been draining my will to draw my comics. Which makes me sad. When I get back to the dorm, I'm too tired of drawing things so I just end up reading the Onion all evening.

Lame.

Giuseppe took... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/20144865/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/20144865/ Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:59:35 PDT
[link]
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I'm looking forward to the class because he said a lot of it was pen and ink. Sweet. (I don't have to paint!)

He also seems like a good teacher, and very thoughtful. I went over the class schedule for the year and it seemed... really awesome. (Thank god, no concentrations.)

But he said we have to draw... everyday.

I am so frigging excited!

-Vi

2009... is going to be... amazing. (So many new games/BL manga!)

(sighs happily)

Good times. Good... times...

I can't wait! MAN. Let's get on with the new year already!

(sighs again)

RGH. Damn Japan and all their games that don't get translated into English. (sob) (And all that BL manga...)

Oh yeah. I got... 3 new art programs recently. Photoshop, Illustrator, and OpenCanvas. I'm not very good in any of them, using a touch pad is just ever so wondrous.

I just ordered a tablet and hopefully I'll get it soon and then I can start drawing in my free time! I don't have a scanner though but... Er... Whatever.

But yeah. Illustrator confounded me but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

I'm a big fan of Tetsuya Nomura! His art is so uniquely his. He did an amazing job for The World Ends With You. (The title is a near opposite in Japanese) In any case... I was really surprised he did the character design for Crisis Core. Mmmm.

Man. I love him.

Huh. You know what I just realized? All the games Tetsuya Nomura worked with are... really gay.

Query for 9/3/08: Vi, is your 2-d art teacher really awesome?

Answer: Immensely so.

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I'm old enough to be in college now. Could anything be worse? NO. BECAUSE COLLEGE SUCKS.

Haha, I'm kidding. It is so relaxing having so much time in between class. Still... All the people at college (students) are old (19) and scary (glasses).

Haha, I'm kidding. But yeah... Still. I don't like college. There's too many people my age gathered in the same place. It's like ants. Except human.

Man. I'm turning 19 soon. 19. That's a scary number because it's a really small number, 1, paired up with a really big number, 9.

It's the age that shouldn't have been.

Well, actually. Following that logic 90 is even worse. So I guess 19 is the follow up age that shouldn't have been.

But yeah, other than that, I don't have much to say about college. Anthing I could say you could get from, well, any other college student. (Oh, my roommates suck, they don't suck, classes suck, they don't suck, blahblahblah.)

But seriously folks. How the hell do I get rid of this mood status?

"You can't, Vi. You will always have it."

Well!

-Vi

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My mother is sociable and thus meets other sociable people so I wasn't too fazed at the statement. Until I started listening to myself.

Man, what the hell is wrong with me lately? I'm just continually angry and I've been really rude to people I know. Like Shreya and Alex. Well, Alex doesn't know it because I never send those notes where I get incredibly angry.

It's weird. I was telling my mom how much it sucked to have friends and how they keep wanting to hang out and how completely irritating it is to actually hang out with them and how I hoped in the future I could live alone without a thing to bother me. Thus my mother's statement.

Yeah, I guess that does sound pretty antisocial, eh?

But it really is annoying! And there's too much crap at college forcing us to meet other people. I mean, what's up with that? Isn't it out choice to meet people or not? Why do you need idiotic activities to make friends with people?

I'm going to have two roommates and just because I dislike meeting people doesn't mean I won't try to get along with them. I mean, I'm going to spending 8 months with these people. Why wouldn't I try? It would suck otherwise.

I mean, my friends openly admit when they get tired of being around me too often, I don't understand why my attitude is too different then theirs.

And it's not like I hate humans or anything along the lines. I just don't like interacting with them. It's the most excruciatingly exhaustive activity.

You have to be polite to people and try to not piss them off because once you do piss them off it is the most irritating thing to try to calm them down or forcing yourself to apologize insincerely (without meaning to) just to get them to shut up. Or they'll just feel bad and then you feel guilty.

Oh! But you say you can be yourself around your friends? Not so. For one, you can't be perfect to everyone so I'm sure there's some aspect about yourself that pisses off your friends. And since you're their friend you need to be sensitive to that fact and try to dumb that aspect of you down just so you can be a good friend.

It's annoying as hell.

But oh! Since you're friends you can forgive each other easily, right?

Hardly. Getting into an argument with your friends sucks more than having some bad vibes between you and a complete stranger (because then you'd just laugh it off that there could be such intense feelings between you and a stranger).

And then you'd both try to laugh it off and awkwardly try to avoid that topic for the rest of your laugh until you turn 80 and suddenly nothing seems like such a big deal anymore.

So hey. If I want to make friends, I'll make them when I'm 80. Good plan, right?

But hey! What about the good times with your friends?

I'm sorry but I physically can't remember good times with my friends.

I mean, I'm sure I enjoyed the moment and such, but I can't remember the feeling involved? Not only that, but I can barely remember when I do hang out with my friends. My memory is awful. It's really depressing when my friends keep bringing up moments when we hang out and I haven't the slightest clue what they're going on about.

Is it my memory or is it some weird emotional Freud like thing that's preventing me from remembering them?

I laugh a lot when I hang around with my friends but... I can't remember the feeling I had when I laugh.

And because I can't remember any of it, I concluded in the end that what's the point then? Living in the moment? If I can't remember it, what was the point of experiencing it in the first place?

...

That's been what my thoughts have been like as of late. Extremely negative, yes?

Yeah, it is. That's why I've been really worried about this mood I'm in. I'm thinking it's just some passing funk but...

I'm sure it is, but it's still worrisome that my mood could have degraded so far into such a state of oblivion. I'm sure there's more antisocial people out there but the fact that I've basically denounced every form of relationship with my thinking and looking only at the negative aspects... It's just strange.

So I tried to look at the positives of the things I've stated the negatives for but... I just get a feeling of complete apathy at that point. It's kind of like a "who cares about the good stuff" kind of attitude.

It doesn't make any sense. Why would you not care about the good stuff but then focus only on the bad stuff? Is this just my fun bout with the exciting world of emo-ism? I'm obviously not crying out for attention as I'm trying with all my might to distance myself from people as much as possible as of late...

I'm not really sure w... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19923454/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19923454/ Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:28:12 PDT
Speaking of that, does anyone ever have the incredible urge to draw a person punching an animal? (Any animal.) Anyone?

Or am I completely alone here?

Yeah! Let's have a contest! Everyone! Go draw an animal getting punched in the face. Then you have to force 5 million other people drawing animals getting punched in the face.

Think about it. An ocelot getting punched in the face.

How HIlarious... is that?

Why, completely! It's almost like that time with the time of the time when the time and thus the time...

doth come.

Personally speaking, I don't think a video labeled "The art of Oral Sex" to teach you how to pleasure your man... really counts as sex-ed.

Or is that just me?

AND is it just me or does a car getting run over by a car kangaroo hoo doo lee doo da doo.

Ba do doo.

And if colors really make up the rainbow, what the hell is the rest of this colored stuff that's all around us? Aren't they too busy making up the rainbow to bother with us?

THOSE BASTARDS.

I saw we prick them with prods rather than rods which erode with the code of the mold.

And so they all took a look at the computer and laughed and the comic while the window coverings of said windows were rather upset and jealous at the computer's attention-receiving.

Yet those blinds forget that the computer is just a medium for the vast enjoyment these people were receiving.

Even so people prefer getting a free computer over free window blinds.

Well, unless there's a hurricane in the area, or something.

Something. Some things. So me things. Som et hings.

And the cold of the wind was windy thus the cold.

Or is it the other way around?

Who's looking forward to the upcoming great depression 2 in America?

Anyone?

This question is for Americans only, you there. Put your hands down.

Anyone?

Why, yes. That sir who felt that America was dwindling into a state of just awful awfulness with all this facebook and devils in laptops.

You feel that with this great depression... people will finally improve. Because what is sadness but a way for life to tell us to man up or can up?

(Haha, that was genius. I totally need to copyright that.)

But oh, what lo. It still kinda sucks that everyone's poor.

I had a bunch of apples once... But they started rolling along the ground all of a sudden.

Like, seriously. Roll, roll, roll.

I mean, what would you do at that point?

I dunno either. It was tragic all the same.

And the egg shells were soooooooooooo aloooenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenenene.

Why, check that out. A gun? Let's shoot ourselves in the head in it.

Lord knows suicide is a disease. Why, if kids sees a person committing suicide, they'll want to do it too! BECAUSE OTHERS ACTIONS CAN AFFECT US THAT WAY DUDE. MAN. MA'AM.

That's why we need censorship. Because just WITNESSING or LISTENING is enough to make us go bitch-ass crazy and eat all the candy in the counter.

God, no. The candy. That could be used to feed children in Africa... so eat all of it cause making there less food in the world helps to provide food for those without food.

Oodles of noodles.

We have no jokes to make about the government. We're out. So let's make fun of aspects people liked.

Let's make fun of this and that and that and this with the tits and tats.

Tater tots, really.

Really, really, really, really, really, really, really.

Complete.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19672568/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19672568/ Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:12:32 PDT
Crust? Burnt. Yes, yes. No.

Yes, please deliver it to the Ronald building. That's right, the one on West street.

What? No. Are you mad? Excuse me, what? No, I think not.

Hey, you little brat... yes, you! I want my money back!

What? Just because I haven't paid yet I can't get my money back? Well, that's stupid. Who thought up that stupid rule?!

No, YOU'RE STUPID. Go drink toilet water!

Well, I canNOT believe my ears! What is this generation coming to that they dare call a lady that?

Just because I'm a man doesn't mean I can't be a lady! That's sexist of you to say such a thing!

Oh, REALLY. REALLY NOW?!

Oh, you think just because you have a spare tire makes you the better man? Just so you know, today we consider having a spare tire to be in poor taste.

That's right! POOR. THAT'S RIGHT. Your music SUCKS.

YOU SUCK.

DUCK.

(slams the phone)

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19547352/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19547352/ Wed, 23 Jul 2008 00:41:20 PDT
Social decline.

The idea of how important reading is has been uttered continuously through time. And not a person has disagreed. Why is that?

Seriously, why are books so important? Is it the transferral of ideas? Even if people read it... would they care? Would they do anything with said idea other than discussing it at their next book club meeting?

No one seems to argue with the fact that reading is important. The ones that do argue with a statement such as, "I hate reading. It's boring. I hate it because school tells me to read."

Hm. Rebellious little things, aren't we?

Why does no one argue with this statement?! Educated people are educated through books, reading. The last thing they want to do is put down the thing that helped them to better themselves.

And why do the rest of the people not debate this fact? Because they fear looking stupid by arguing with educated people.

Think about it. What's the point of literature?

Does that purpose make it great?

Then I hate educated people who put down, basically, everyone else in the world.

What's the biggest thing they put down? Entertainment.

Dude. It's entertainment. Not enlightenment. So people need a little down time because getting enlightened or being blown away by some new idea of every second of your life is pretty fucking tiring.

And while we're at it, let's ignore every other facet of human nature and focus entirely on the fact they enjoy entertainment and talk about them in a condescending tone to one another.

Let's do it.

Ok, I get it people. You don't like the fact that these educated people are putting down your favorite movie because it lacks an idea of any sort.

So you call them "obnoxious" and "pretentious". Words meant to insult specifically those educated.

Yes, people! Let's use words that insult their learning directly! Because education sucks and turns you into pretentious bastards! God, I hate people who like philosophy or those who read. Let's blame it on their education.

No. It's not the problem of ideas that make them jerks. It's not the ideas fault. Is there any need to insult it? If there's any problem it's the way the person applies their idea.

They are not "pretentious", they're just jackasses.

And I'm sorry that people who like to read dislike stupid teenager romances.

You know what that's called? A fucking preference.

Yes, that's right. They do, indeed, prefer books with themes or ideas or whatshit over books that contain a heart warming story.

Yes, the word "prefer" can be used in that way, not unlike preferring mystery novels over sci-fi.

Yes, it's a fucking preference. I am not obnoxious because I dislike a certain type of book. Do you have dislikes? Oh, really? I can't call you obnoxious though because your preference is not one of the top 10 things liked by higher education.

God, who gives a fuck whether or not I like one type of book over another? I seriously don't care if you like it or not. I just don't, but hey. Let's call me "obnoxious" anyway. That's always fun. Because I just happened to be the type of person who prefers John Steinbeck over James Patterson, let's label me with the word "obnoxious".

Lovely.

I dislike people who put down those who indulge in their pleasures. We can't entertain our brains all the time. Get over it. Who doesn't have a guilty pleasure? Who doesn't enjoy a lame ass kung fu movie once in a while? Why is that so wrong? It's not wrong! A break isn't a crime! Get over it!

I hate those who dislike those who read and discuss ideas and thus put them down.

Yes, there are those who are trying to show off. No surprise. An idiot like that is not admired in any way so who gives a shit?

And yes, there are some of us who like it with no intent of showing off. Yeah, that's right. We actually enjoy it but y'know what? Since that kind of shit is considered pretentious, you're more than welcome to insult the things I enjoy anyways.

I can simultaneously enjoy Fitzgerald and BL.

Absolutely sinful, I know.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19259795/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19259795/ Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:49:34 PDT
Also, I'm annoyed I wrote my research paper and studied for my final in Government my senior year in high school. Not only was the test ridiculously easy, but VCU only requires 3 credits of social studies.

Well, fuck.

I guess it didn't go to complete waste. My government teacher praised me the day of graduation.

I don't want to make friends in college but my uncle said I had to so now I have to. Friends are tiresome. They say, "Hey, you wanna hang out?"

"Not, really."

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be so anti-social. C'MON."

"Well, why not?!"

"'Cause it's bad!"

"I like my fucking alone time."

I don't enjoy being around people. Really. It's annoying and I just get tired later and I can't remember about anything that happened afterwards anyways so it's not like I got any good memories or anything out of the deal. No alcohol is needed to induce my memory loss.

And I didn't even want to go to college. I just wanted to fix cars. Or travel and be a hobo. But it was my dying grandfather's wish (command?) for me to go to college. He said, "Go there first and then do whatever the hell you want afterwards."

Sound advice. But the world is ending 2012. The year I graduate college! WHAT'S THE POINT?!

I'm just kidding. Sorry, I basically lied the entire journal.

In any case!

I'm looking forward to college. I can major in art education (hooray!), I have Fridays off, giving me a lot of drawing time, and there's a gamestop only one block away!

I can go... whenever I want!

I also made friends with a really cool gay guy. I think that cinches it.

I hate it when you tell someone you have difficulty drawing something and they tell you, "Then practice more."

That kind of statement deserves a "No shit?" response. But I find that coarse and vulgar.

But seriously though. No shit? Really? Nuh-uh, no way. I NEVER knew.

But I hate sarcasm so I guess that doesn't work.

Yeah. I had a weird dream last night. There was a lot of gay sex involved. I didn't really understand why. The basis was basically... one guy worked at an amusement park and his other friend... his lover? Whatever.

So dude who works in amusement park rents out the entire place and then says to his friend, "Working in an amusement park is boring. I want to have good memories everywhere so let's have sex at every single attraction."

They commenced and I remember thinking in my dream, "This plot is so awesome! I can't wait to draw it when I wake up."

Then they were about to reach the boss's office ("I can ignore his yelling at me if we do it here.") but then, oh no! There's a gun fight! The boss's office is in the middle of a forest near a beach and, as it turns out, two spy factions are duking it out, gun style. Giuseppe was in one faction.

Blahblahblah, gun fight. For some reason the two guys join in and then I just leave this dream and then I go to college and basically steal everything there before waking up.

I was dazed a little, sitting and trying to recount my dreams before I utter, "That was a damn, stupid plot. What the hell?"

It's scary how how sleeping can ruin your judgment like that. Absolutely terrible.

Did I ever mention I act really drunk when I'm really sleepy? Seriously, I can put on quite a show.

In any case... Interesting dream... If I can, though, I'd rather not have that one be recurring.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19191656/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/19191656/ Thu, 03 Jul 2008 20:52:20 PDT
Which is today!

Yay!

I will never have to draw Mark and Ryan ever... again.

Sad.

Onto Part 2! Now, should I draw a story for each of Ryan's siblings... or just two of them? Decisions, decisions.

Oh, y'know what? I've been peeing a lot lately. Like, 6 times a day. I dunno why.

Why?

I dunno.

That's the end of that. I'm kinda really sleepy.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18774373/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18774373/ Tue, 10 Jun 2008 20:52:03 PDT
I'm sick of people treating comics as a lower denominator of art and story telling.

And seriously, tokyopop. If you're going to start focusing on original materials, can you make it not suck? That's the least I ask for.

And I'm pissed off they fired their workers in such a shitty manner.

GOD... My BL... Sob...

(continued weeping heard in background)

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18497174/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18497174/ Sun, 25 May 2008 15:34:53 PDT
Basically, if you see any of my family members, you can tell them to go fuck themselves.

Really. If they hate me that much the least they could do is give me the courtesy to say it to my face.

We're family after all.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18421542/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18421542/ Tue, 20 May 2008 19:26:36 PDT
Vi likes to read them even.

She even likes to discuss them.

And not just plot. I mean, like, themes and shit.

Well, then. She's obviously a snob.

I heard Vi has preferences when it comes to art and even says certain ones are bad.

Well, then. She's obviously an artistic snob too.

Come on! Let's go call her a snob right to her fucking face.

Let's act like witty jackasses with our witty turn of phrases which will obviously detract from our jackassiness.

Let's act like assholes and think we're so fucking awesome by hating books.

Let's be insincere jackasses and make up shitty excuses about why we don't read, like how we hate school which results in our hatred of literature.

Let's have our conversations be filled up with nothing but sarcasm, which is wit meant to be used of the opposite of what we mean for humor and thus make all our words lies and filled with absolutely no substance.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go act like complete imbeciles.

Let's go like stuff that doesn't engage our mind because we hate the effort of using our mind.

Let's go.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18029528/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/18029528/ Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:45:57 PDT
But today I read an entire novel. It was pretty amazing. And it seemed appropriate as today was the day of silence. Maybe it was just my school?

So yeah! Maurice... Was a lovely read. I've come across some fantastic books lately whose format is completely different from those of the norm... 2 of which I haven't read but I'll get the chance eventually.

One was House of Leaves, the other Godel, Escher, Bach... I haven't gotten a chance to read either of them.

And I'm not sure if Stones of Summer counts but parts of the book the syntax is very unique. It's very beautifully written. Especially the metaphors in the book. It's extremely wonderfully done, especially dream scenes.

GRAR. It's really beautiful! Completely and utterly. Sigh.

The message on authority in the book was painfully obvious in the beginning... Really early beginning but it quieted down as the book progressed rather nicely. What I'm most interested in though is the author's stance on history, and the past in general, and how much we should let it affect us.

I had finished Remainder a while back. That was a great book too. Very nice and complex. The first book I wanted to read twice over the second I had finished it.

It's nice to read really unique books but sometimes it's just nice to get back to basics and just read a book with great story telling and great characters. Classics are always wonderful for this.

I thought that I was too biased towards classics so I started to buy random modern novels in the bookstore. It's quite a fun experience except I've come across some rather crappy books.

Like Lapham Rising? What the hell was that? Possibly the worst experience of my life. The story was too obvious as was the message of the book which was also really shallow at that.

The main character was just some cynical old guy who had a beef with his neighbor who was relatively young and was extremely rich and so the main character can't stand his extravagant life style. And all the while the main character is building a contraption that is pointing at his neighbor's house while it is also kept a secret from the viewers yet worries the worker's building the house.

Could he get any more obvious that it's a machine meant to bowl over the house?

Bah. And as the main character is going around the Hampton's he's just generally pissed off with everyone he meets in case that wasn't obvious enough that the author really isn't too fond of rich people.

I mean, really. What a shitty book.

But yeah. Remainder was pretty great. I quite liked The Road too. There wasn't anything deep to it but the author has a unique writing style that really lends to the mood of the book. It was a nice experience all in all.

In any case, I've been meaning to read a Hemingway (or possibly a Steinbeck) and I've been trying to find something by Faulkner but I haven't had any time lately... I also wanted to buy Huckleberry Finn in the bookstore but they only had the annotated version. Man.

Have you noticed these are all American authors? Sigh.

In any case, yeah. The novel I finished today was called Maurice, written by E.M. Forrester I think? I've been meaning to read A Passage to India but I couldn't find it in the store. Nor could I find Maurice.

Ah. In any case. Maurice was just a really, really nice book. The plot was really wonderfully done, especially in the introduction of Alec. I think the greatest part of the book though were the characters who were all so wonderfully made. Especially Maurice, the main character.

He was extremely easy to relate to, like when Maurice tries really hard to win the love of Clive by altering some of his ideals and how after he and Clive are no longer together he starts to separate the part that was naturally him and the part that came from Clive. It was really nice. Or when he got jealous of his sister Ada. That was a really wonderfully done scene.

And his mother and sister's attitude towards him was wonderfully done.

Alec was a great character too and I thought his introduction was a little obvious but it could be just because being a BL fangirl at heart I can't help but look for these hints. It was really nicely done. Really, really nice.

In any case! To speak of the book overall. Oh man. I don't think it's a book I'll read a second time any time soon.

For a good half of it I just cried continuously. It was so incredibly sad. The author did an amazing job to arouse the feeling in the readers.

It was something I wanted to try doing so I tried that with the BL comic I've been drawing in my sketchbook. Especially in my fir... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17971174/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17971174/ Tue, 22 Apr 2008 06:06:49 PDT
YES.

I even got a cake...

The world is full of wondrous things, isn't it?

-Vi

Geh. I had to end my story with Bleu and Orange today... I'm so sad I think I'm gonna cry.

This pairing is probably my favorite... I hope I get another chance to draw a story with them.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17810052/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17810052/ Sat, 12 Apr 2008 09:16:38 PDT
(Heterophobe? I hope not.)

I tried remedying this situation by drawing some het comics... all the guys ended up gay anyways so that wasn't going to be the solution to my problem.

So I tried reading some shoujo. But it was a really painful experience. I did enjoy how shoujo artists seem to think gay is funny and put that in a lot but... why is the main female character so fucking annoying all the time? I never knew idiocy was such an endearing trait.

So then Alex suggested reading seinen. I remembered that being for adult males and I did some research and found josei.

I'm having a hard time finding any manga to read because...

-They classify it with shoujo at times.
-A lot of these sites use IRC.

Grumble.

And well. Some of them have sex scenes.

Guy on girl...

Sex scenes.

(What's "smut" by the way?)

On a positive note though... I did find some where it's a story about a mother raising her kids or whatnot which made me really happy because I've been trying to find manga like that. Yay. There's also some BL ones here. Interesting. I haven't read any yet, I need to read one that's het first. I'm just curious how it differs from yaoi.

Mmm. Yeah.

Wish me luck on self-improvement.

-Vi

Vi's diary to self-improvement: Day 1

Fuck this.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17760286/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17760286/ Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:21:35 PDT
I don't wanna do it anymore...

Anyways, I'm gonna speak of my art life because that's the most exciting thing going on right now.

I got a gold key in state for my portfolio and sometime this month we'll find out if anyone in the class got anything in New York. I'm excited but I'm a little worried about my chances. As is Shreya which is crazy because she got a scholarship too.

Hum dee hum.

And I found out something interesting today. Apparently VCU is the top art school in the nation... And here I was unexcited about getting in and 100% sure I would get in when I turned in my application.

Well.

Well, well, well.

I'm actually really, really excited about getting in now and I'm thinking of making it my first choice. For that reason and also because Boston has been pissing me off calling me all the time about my suck ass grades in English.

Ok...

-Vi

Gah. Going to the movies on a Thursday after school was such a bad idea... And yet such a good one at the same time.

I hope I can do something like this again.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17740596/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17740596/ Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:11:17 PDT
It can't be helped! I've been busy. (Mostly with video games and BL.) But concerning actual important work... I've been spending most of my time working on a BL comic that I'm posting.

Well, ok. That's not really important. I've been trying really hard to get all my AP art stuff done before the AP art portfolio itself is due and it's driving me completely insane. It's so much work and I can't get motivated to paint a landscape. I dislike painting. Also my last college application was due... April, I think? So yeah. I was working on that. I only got 2 out of the original 9 applications I was supposed to get done, well, done.

But yeah. Those took a lot of work. I turned in both of those late but despite that I got accepted into VCU! Yay.

VCU isn't my first choice. My first choice is still AIB and must I say. My entire application was pretty kick ass and my essay was amazing.

I didn't think my portfolio was bad but I didn't expect to get such high praises about it. I was really happy. Even so they called my house multiple times to ask why my grades were so suck ass and would I be able to pass English this year?

Even that's something I can't answer. But we'll see. They requested a transcript of my third quarter grade before making a final decision so I'll get to school tomorrow (looks at clock) or today and get them to send that and then I'll hear! Yay. I'm worried about the money and such...

In any case, in recent, slightly more exciting, news. There was a go tournament recently in D.C. for the cherry blossom festival. The entire affair was really fun. I had a lot of fun hanging out with all the guys from go club and I got to go see the kite festival and the little kids were really cute! Man, I love little kids.

My stepmom will be moving to California soon. Both my sisters had their birthday recently. It was pretty fun and we got an ice cream cake out of it. Well, two but we ran out of space in the fridge and so had to throw one out.

Oh yeah! I went to go see The History Boys, the play, recently with Cod-face for his birthday. I had to go home right after the play which sucked because I really wanted to talk to him about books and such but I had a headache from the smoke of the cigarettes onstage. It's weird that I'm so sensitive about it now... But whatever! Back to the play.

It was really kick ass. They had on the side of the stage these wooden walls with cut outs where they had characters stand in them during scenes. It was really nice.

I had watched the movie before but I liked the play a lot better. Not only was it gayer... if that's a word... but the message of the play was a lot clearer.

During the movie it was obvious that the difference in teaching style between Hector and Irwin had a vital part in the message but it was a little hard to decipher. The parts the movie cut out, such as the kind of epilogue of Irwin that was between scenes, helped a lot. It's not as if the movie was impossible to understand but I guess I'm pretty stupid... Or something.

In any case, the movie also changed how Posner would end up... which seemed like a huge waste to me. Posner's ending in the play had a huge impact as he was the only one that took Hector's lesson to heart which really showed the difference between both the teacher's teaching.

Irwin was a lot more intense in the play. He was really shy in the movie which didn't seem to fit his personality whenever he spoke to the students about how to beat the system. But what Dakin said about how Irwin is a coward meant on how he faced things and less on his personality, which fit in really well with the character rather than the movie, and also, I think, added on to the message of the play.

In any case, I really loved the play. I kinda spaced out at parts that I remembered from the movie. Cod-face and I also got to walk around Dupont circle which is a really lovely place. I also found a Universalism church which is a good thing to remember for the future. It was an extremely fun day.

Also, I've been catching up on my BL reading though... I should really catch up on Eyeshield but I've been feeling intimidated because I missed out on so much due to general busy-ness.

I've been reading Bukiyou na Silent, which is really too, too adorable. It's like fluff! Completely and utterly. Ah my god...

I'm used to this kinda stuff from Hinako Takanaga but this is really.... too much. Man. Oh man. Usually my interpretation of cute would be someone like Youichi Nanase from Hyota Fujiyama's stuff but...

Gahhhh.

Usually I like to read about pairings that's a little unique but... my god.

(Calms down)

In any case, Hinako Takanaga's art's kinda changed. It's still adorable but it's really dif... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17058030/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/17058030/ Mon, 25 Feb 2008 13:33:13 PST
Stop it Alex. Whatever do you mean? W'ever. Don't "w'ever" me, you jerkface. I'm sure there's something else you can do with your life. No, there isn't. Please, get out of my house. NEVERRRRRRRRR LOL. I'll treat you to ice cream if you get out of my room. I will take you to ROBOCOP court, and I will take you up on that offer.

Vi's evening:

Man... I really shouldn't be allowed on the road. Ran a read light because the glare of the sun got in my eye meaning I nearly killed Alex, exited a parking lot turning left only to find a barrier in my way and had to make an instant u-turn and got to wondrously see what it's like to face oncoming traffic before rushing back into the parking lot.

I'm sure all that was just a sign of good things to come.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/16738347/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/16738347/ Tue, 05 Feb 2008 12:33:59 PST
Um.... Yeah. School stuff happening here. College applications yadda yadda.

Wow. Geez. This... is awkward. Ahem. I didn't mean to... not keep in touch with you. Y'know? It's just that... some things came up. Haha. You know how it is, right? Video games... comics... Typical, typical... right?

Haha...

(Pulls at collar)

Ahem, sorry. Anyways... So yeah! What's up with you?! Huh? Huh? Exciting stuff? Glad to know. What about me? Aw. I'm flattered you asked. I'm doing college application stuff! Yay. Or more like... I've been thinking about doing them. So yeah. Ask me about them in March.

Do I have anything exciting to say? Um. Oh, well. I entered the scholastic competition and won a gold key for my portfolio! Hooray. When I found out I was so excited I ran out of the classroom and looked for Cod-face to tell her the good news.

Then I felt stupid and ran back after saying just that.

Um... What else? Oh yeah. Not too long after that we had a pyramid art show at a local middle school and so my friend and I went to go view the exhibit. It was pretty cool. One of my figure drawing was there and then we left after getting to speak to my old middle school teacher for a while.

But oh. Interesting part. My art teacher was there was there and some person... went up to her and asked her if he could buy my piece. Then my teacher told me. The only thing I could think of was:

YES. $$$$$!

...

$$$

Sooo yeah. I guess that's all that's exciting in my life. Money.

I'd be more excited if I knew how much I'm getting for this though.

-Vi

Oh yeah. I'll upload some artwork... soon. Sometime sometime. I'm trying to keep this account alive with these journals... Best as I can!

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/15191812/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/15191812/ Tue, 23 Oct 2007 17:32:13 PDT
No more depending on subtitles for me!

Woo!

Too bad I don't listen to any music.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/15016369/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/15016369/ Thu, 11 Oct 2007 14:37:38 PDT
I think I'm going to cry.

-Vi

P.S.

GASP.

Prince Andrew's alive!

But his wife is dead.

But he now has a son!

It all evens out.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14788820/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14788820/ Tue, 25 Sep 2007 16:00:24 PDT
So I'll complain about school! That's normal!

Well, to be honest. There isn't much to complain about. I've complained about individual people in school but never about school itself? Hmmmm.

Well. There's homework. And projects.

And teachers!

I have one and I'm pretty sure he's crazy. Pretty sure. He does the thing where he gets really angry at the students one second and then suddenly he'll grin and say, "So yeah! What was I saying?"

Ok, I wouldn't call it crazy... But I'm pretty sure the only way he can get through the day is by the two cups of coffee he has every morning. Despite that astronomy is still fun.

Uh. My art teacher is made of awesome... My English teachers are awesome! Mr. Springer has a really quiet voice and he's just generally funny. As is Mr. Ondrof. They're awesome.

Except for this guy in my class. He's not that awesome. He thought it'd be fun to make fun of me randomly? I don't know his name but that's ok.

I have my friend, Will, in the class! And it's great because whenever Will raises his hand, I finally have the courage to raise my hand too! Or maybe I'm just not as angry as I was last year because my classmates aren't as stupid this year? Whatever works!

Uh. World Religions is awesome. Because... the concept of "work" and "effort" doesn't exist in that class. Which is great. Because I hate effort. But we do watch movies in insane amounts since most of our learning comes from the book which we read at home. And we get side tracked in class a lot.

Yeah. Neato.

However, watching the Little Rascals in class was kinda weird but whatever.

Geosystems... my teacher is awesome. Yup. He's just a really good teacher.

And then... Government. Yeah. I have a teacher. He's... kinda angry. That's about all I have to say.

Mmm.

That's really all I have to say about school.

Honestly. Does anyone care? While I was writing this I was groaning in my head, "God, I don't care!" Well, just in case someone does... Here you go!

I hope your curiosity was satiated.

In any case. Uh. Talking with Alex is kinda weird. School hasn't started yet and we'd just be shouting while we're talking.

"Yeah, so you can have five girlfriends at once! (They'll get mad but whatever!) Isn't that weird?"

"Oh yeah. God, when I was with Yukari and there was the option to hug her... That was really weird."

"Yeah! I know. It was really awkward hugging her! But you can't just leave it at that, y'know? Sigh."

"Why can't I date Aigis? I just want to date my robot! GOD."

Ok. I don't actually have anything to say.

Hm. Maybe I should do my homework? Projects? Study? Nah.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14777398/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14777398/ Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:40:48 PDT
Ok? Great! Let's go.

How do you feel about chocolate cake?

Personally, I don't think life should be continued without it. But maybe that's a little harsh.

I like fish sauce too. But god, the smell. Damned anchovies.

What do you think of short stories? And lamps? And light? And the stars?

How about homework?

I, sadly, can't have an opinion on the matter. I don't do it enough to know if it really is beneficial.

How about ice cream sandwiches? And movies? And vases? And birds? And politics?

How about life?

I suppose it doesn't really matter, or maybe it could all matter. It's hard to say.

Is the best way to go through life is idealistically? That having those dreams is what makes us improve? Or realistically? If you know they could never be possible?

What's your opinion on grass and on sports?

There's a boy named Ben in my class. He was disappointed that my friends and I were talking so fondly of food saying that there were children in Africa starving.

Do you think that because we were lucky enough to have gotten where we are we should devoid ourselves of pleasure?

And another time he had said that even though anime artists may be good they'll still have to be really good in other areas of art if they want to get into an art college.

What do you think? Do you think this only applies to anime artists?

What's you opinion on opinion? Is it good to have an opinion or is it better to lack one? Is it necessary for life?

How about modern art? What do you think? What do you think about technology? And cars? And love?

How about tic-tac-toe? And diction? And grammar? And sleep?

How about friends?

My friends? Personally, I'm pretty grateful for them. If they were all to drop dead suddenly I'm pretty sure I would cry.

Pretty sure.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14720315/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14720315/ Thu, 20 Sep 2007 19:32:51 PDT
It's not a contest people.

I can honestly say... I really don't care what you read. Heck, man. Just so long as you read I'll be proud of you... But is there any reason to try to one up me on this matter?

How can you have reading as a contest anyways? "Oh, I read more Hemingway than you. I WIN!" Read the fucking Brother Karamazov. I really don't care.

No, I'll have to rephrase that. Why do you care what I think about this at all? Just... just why? Is that why you read? Just so you can tell people you read that book and have them burn with jealousy? Or just so you can get a plus one in my book?

An excellent reason to read, I assure you.

So. There are people in the world who like to show off what they read. If you're proud of what you read or you just like it a lot, fine. And if you're excited about telling me about it, fine. I understand. Who wouldn't want to share something they love?

But I don't need bragging.

It's idiotic and it makes it seem like the only reason you read the book is for bragging rights in the first place.

For shame.

And then there are people who haven't read the book I read and thus they feel the need to cover up their lack of knowledge on said book with an excuse.

"Oh yeah. That book. Well... I would read it but it's just that... I dunno. It seems too hyped."

A book is too hyped.

I was reading a fucking classic. What did you expect?

Also, I don't really care why you don't read it, or whether or not you did. In fact, why should you care about my approval at all? Am I that important a person in your life that you need to be seen positively in my mind even though I speak to you, what, once every year?

Yes, that's exactly right.

I don't mind if you haven't read the book, it doesn't make you seem more idiotic in my mind. There isn't a set rule in life saying what books need to be read when to bring a person to the level of the intellectual.

You have your life to read. Take your time. No one's rushing you. Unless you're in a book club or you really want to discuss it with someone, go ahead.

Then recently, I'm sitting there reading a book when my friend comes over to inquire me about what I was reading. I gave her the title and instantly her face fell.

"Oh, I heard about that book. I heard it was bad."

My face heats up in anger as I turned my head her way. "Really, now. Who?"

"Well, Nikhi and other people."

"I see. What did they say about the book?"

"Well, they just said it was really bad because every other line would have, like, a deep hidden meaning."

The story isn't originally English which makes me wonder if these people just came across a bad translation.

My friend kept talking. "Which is so stupid. Because all books like that are the same and it's just boring because you know what will happen in the end anyways."

What the fuck is she talking about?

"It's just some stupid philosophical message (how stupid) and I just heard it's a really bad book. Yeah, terrible book."

I glared at her. "Who gives a fuck what other people think?"

"Well, whatever. When you're done I'd like to hear what you think of the book. What are you thinking of it so far?"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Who gives a fuck what people think? Don't take other people's opinion and base your idea on the book like that. In fact, who cares what I think? Read the fucking book."

"Well, no. I trust Nikhi and she said it was a bad book. So what are you thinking of it so far?"

I'm disgusted at this point as I get up to leave the vicinity before I decide to shove her. "I like it."

She decides it's a good idea to follow me. "Really? Well, I heard it was a bad book."

"WELL, THEN. I'm sorry for reading the book!"

"You should be."

I snap. "Goddammit. Just shut up already! Get the hell away from me! Goddammit!"

The classroom is silent as people try to ignore my outburst and I'm too angry to notice. I end up spending three hours of my day avoiding her.

Now that I think about it, the idea of a book having a deep meaning every other sentence is ludicrous. And almost too painful to think of.

I think about it a little more... I know people in the past would read a book and not see the hidden meaning behind it at all and just think of it as, "A fucking boring story." Could there be the possibility that the sentences themselves did not have deep meaning and she was instead making meaning within the sentence herself?

Not that it matters, I suppose.

But considering how the book... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14652830/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14652830/ Sun, 16 Sep 2007 01:00:54 PDT
What to do, what to do.

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14463381/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14463381/ Sun, 02 Sep 2007 22:51:09 PDT
For some reason, after getting her friend to model for her, she had somehow figured she had lots of time to paint her paintings and decided to procrastinate.

School was starting Tuesday and she figured that Sunday and Monday and the day she was figuring all this out was... Thursday.

So she went to sleep until Friday came around.

That's when the procrastination begun.

The second she woke up, which was at noon, she was either reading manga or drawing. And she did so with great intensity. So much so she literally forgot to eat.

It wasn't until 4am rolled around and she started getting dizzy from hunger did she realize, "Oh, shit. I haven't eaten all day."

So she went to eat and then went to bed at 6am after drawing or reading some more.

Same thing happened Saturday... except this time as she laid herself down to sleep she decided to re-figure her planning when she realized... Hey. Wait a sec. Two days definitely isn't enough time to read her book and paint her 36x48 and 16x20.

Luckily she had a vision in her dream that night. She was at school, fretting to a boy about her lack of finished summer assignments.

The boy in the dream looked at her oddly. "What are you talking about? The paintings aren't due until Wednesday."

"...What?"

"Remember? It's not due until the first full day of school."

"Oh... OH MY GOD. You're right! Oh thank god! No, thank you! Thank you, thank you!"

"And if you turn it in on time your Persona of the Emperor class will level up."

"Uh... Ok?"

And then she woke up.

Not trusting the boy in her dream fully, she decided to check online and what luck! The paintings weren't due til' Thursday.

However, all this was much too much good news for our little procrastinator friend Vi. Sunday, she decided to go weigh herself after recalling her lack of sustenance in the past few days to find that she had managed to unwillingly lose six pounds in the course of two days. Utterly fantastic.

Being done with that, she decided to keep reading manga until 5pm where she finally decided to read her summer book and got 50 some odd out of the 230 some odd pages read by midnight. She also managed to fill up 10 pages with misc. drawings but that's another matter entirely.

After all that fine work she decided to come online to reward herself some more.

And here she still is...

Fantastic job, Vi. Fantastic job.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14416013/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14416013/ Thu, 30 Aug 2007 19:23:08 PDT
And of course, if you're feeling really classy, invite them over to your house to hang out.

So, considering how extremely classy I am, I decided to invite a friend over while also asking her a favor of modeling for my summer assignments.

But friends are difficult.

Not only do they expect to be entertained... but they expect to be fed too. I mean, c'mon. Then they insult you in your own house, go through your computer looking for BL pictures, and just generally make fun of you.

Then it comes time to model. To coerce a friend I have found it best to beg them, plead them, force them, and then finally just give in and give them all the BL they want.

And then of course earlier this month when friends wanted to hang out with friends from far away, say, Massachusetts, and then of course your house was ideal.

To keep friends happy, make sure they stay watered and fed, but not too much lest they ralph all over your rug. Pay for their movie tickets and food or they'll start griping about equality in gender.

But most important of all is... keep them entertained. If you have to run away from them and when they chase after you run back to your house and lock them out again. As I've found it can help in preventing your friends from attempting suicide by jumping off your deck.

If those friends invite even more friends from even further away, say Georgia, make sure you know your way around town. For some reason these people are sure you, the native, will know every path way and by way. Such confidence they have that it's almost blind.

Oh, wait, no. No. It is.

And of course, as the day winds down, make sure to show them to the door and, if necessary, show them to the metro. The last thing you want is to have your friends get lost at the end of the day. If you want them to get lost, best to do it early on in the day. This makes sleeping more comfortable.

And remember, when traveling afar with a friend, getting lost is always fun.

Having friends... I ended up with more BL than I would've liked. Definitely more pictures of them than I could ever care for in my life. And... more positivity in my life than a cynic should have.

Failures. Every one of you.

Despite all that, it's almost sad to see summer go. Only because that would mean all my summer assignments would be due then.

Of course.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14103747/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14103747/ Fri, 10 Aug 2007 10:25:38 PDT
I want to play my video game but my grandma's here watching my sister and cousin and I know that just means my aunt is coming over soon, and I haven't showered in days, and I never realized how wearing emo glasses with black hair, a black go congress shirt, and black pajama pants could make you look so, well, emo.

But really. That's not the only reason.

I hate my aunt. Like, a lot. I know I've bored many a people by ranting about her and having people be bored by my rant made me wonder. Was my hatred of her irrational? I spent a few days mulling over this.

One day I'm playing misc. video game and my mother and my sister are in the living room watching me play and playing with one another. I play and my sister slurs out a sentence completely in English.

It took me a while to think out what I found wrong with this setting... Ah. Why the hell is my sister talking Anglais? My stepdad is a little more vehement than I am about speaking Vietnamese in the house if you're Vietnamese. I decided to query my mother about such an anomaly.

"Mom. Does Ti Teo know how to speak Vietnamese?"

"Of course."

"Then why doesn't she ever speak in Vietnamese? We speak nothing but Vietnamese around here and t.v. shouldn't affect her that much. And isn't Chu Thoai really uptight about that?"

"Well. I think it's because she hangs around with your cousin, Sabina, a lot and Sabina only speaks English."

"What the hell? Doesn't Sabina know how to speak Vietnamese?"

"Well, she understands it."

"Speak it, Mom. Speak it."

"Well. No."

"Why not? Doesn't Co Mi teach her at home? She spends enough time with Ba Ngoai."

"Well. Your aunt and uncle don't want her to learn Vietnamese."

"... What? Why not?"

"They figured that since they're living in America, there's no use for Vietnamese."

We sat in silence a moment as we contemplated this. I then uttered a sentence of complete genius.

"But... That's completely idiotic."

"I know."

I sit there and seethe a moment as I play my game and my mother goes back to playing with my sister and I wondered... Why the hell am I so angry? I mean, I think it's idiotic to try and sever ties with your past. Hell, I'm not the only one. Do these people think they're better than that?

But then, ah. I remembered what it was that made me so angry.

That argument I had with my aunt. The one where I asked her, "What the hell?! 17 fucking thousand dollars a year for your daughter to go to PRESCHOOL?! What the hell for?! I don't care if you have money! That makes absolutely no rational sense and blah blah blah." and also where she replied, "Well, learning earlier is better!" And then I went, "But at the end of high school you all learn the same thing in the end, and learning easier is also innate and based on whether or not the kid wants to..."

"But languages... Pronunciation is better taught at an earlier age."

"So 17 thousand dollars a year to teach her a language. That... That's completely worth it."

"Yes, but languages blah blah blah."

"Yeah but... Math... Anglais. It's all the same thing after 12 years of education. And all that matters in preschool is a good teacher to student ratio (thank you Psych...). That's all that matters."

"And you know. You can't learn the pronunciation at an older age."

"Well. Thank you for ignoring me and babbling on endlessly about languages. If that's really all you're concerned about, hire a tutor."

Ok. I didn't say that but I wish I did. I just sat there, in anger, and let my aunt continue to speak of linguistic benefits and ONLY that because apparently she forgot that Math, English, History, and Science were somewhat important.

In any case, I'm playing my game and remembered that whole incident. And that's when I started getting really angry.

If you're really concerned about languages so much, so much so that you're willing to shell out 17 thousand dollars a year for preschool so she could pronounce s'il-vous-plait better than the average Canadian, then why don't you just let her learn Vietnamese, eh? And, hey! Even more fantastic. She'll learn it even BEFORE she goes to preschool! And heck! You don't even need to hire a tutor! You have your whole family that WANTS to teach her!

But oh, hey. You're right. If we're living in America it's best to forget our heritage. Much better than our nasty home schooled let's teach her at a place that you have to shell out 17 thousand dollars for her to speak a language she doesn't speak at home anyways. And you know what's great? After years of disuse she'll forgot most of it so, yes. Let's not teach her th... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14034928/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/14034928/ Sun, 05 Aug 2007 21:12:42 PDT
Nothing vital. But still. Weird. Y'know? Apparently going 6-0 because I sandbagged was enough to warrant a shot at me.

Yet, despite my physical injury, I did get a nice set of go stones!

Going to lectures were interesting. Especially when, surprise! the 9P turned out to be part of a Japanese rock band. Honestly. I'm just sitting there listening to the lecture and then suddenly crashing through the windows came all his band members and they just started playing. It was quite a surprise.

Well, actually. There was one other memorable lecture where there was a fan signed by an apparently very famous professional go player and the translator made us all go out and run a marathon to see who would get the fan.

I didn't participate, of course. Effort used is effort wasted.

But of course, none of this is quite as interesting as when in the Ing tournament that a tie game came as a result from a rather interesting 8 komi and the only way they could figure who the winner would be was to get them both into a fist fight.

The guy won but, well, what could you expect?

Oh yeah. We also had to share the whole place with some cheer leading camp. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't a NINJA cheer-leading camp and having to dodge their weaponry every morning to get to the main playing area was a little bit of a pain but... I think I got better from the experience!

So yes. Go Congress was very fun.

You don't know how sad I was to have to leave the place.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13914141/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13914141/ Sat, 28 Jul 2007 12:48:21 PDT
So where was I? Why, Vietnam of course. And how was it?

Well. Let me just tell you a story from Vietnam that just about sums up my whole trip.

It was a warm day, as usual, and the Vietnamese were enjoying the day, driving along the road on their motorcycles when, what was it that caught their eyes? But white lines on the road.

Confused, they gathered to discuss with each other what such a thing could be. Not being able to come up with a conclusion, they all gathered, marched up to the government and asked what the white lines were.

The fancy government people came out and said, "Those lines on the road are to make lanes. That way it will be orderly and you will finally be able to go two ways on the road whenever you want."

The people went back to their homes and talked amongst themselves about this new discovery. The old people grunted in each other's company and said to everyone, "These new-fangled inventions. They'll never catch on."

Time passed. Word finally spread about the white lines and people somewhat understood what they meant and the government was fine with that.

Yet another glorious morning and another drive along the road until they came to an intersection. What... What's that stick with the red, yellow, and green lights?

Confused once again they met with one another to gossip. Upon finding no worthwhile conclusions to draw from such meetings they once again went up to the government to ask.

The official government people came out of their house once again and said to the people, "Those are street lights. They're to tell you when to go and when to stop so we don't have people getting into car accidents as often. Red means stop and green means go."

The people went back to their house, discussing their new found knowledge. Meanwhile the old people once again harrumphed amongst one another and said to all they met, "These new fangled inventions. They'll never catch on."

Years passed and to this day the old people sit in their home and smile. For they were right.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13619285/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13619285/ Thu, 05 Jul 2007 10:02:36 PDT for her trip to:Vietnam
and leaving on: July 6th, 2007
at: 6am

During her stay in Vietnam she will also be in: Thailand
for: one week

She will come back on: July 28th, 2007
at: noon

She will leave on: July 28th, 2007
for: Go congress
at: sometime before 5pm
and coming back on: August 4th
at: Eh. I dunno.

Vi is currently: Lamenting over all the manga I'm going to miss. Eyeshield, no! Oh, also. Hope you all had a fun July 4th, 'cause I sure as heck did. (To all you Americans at any rate.)

-Vi ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13528200/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13528200/ Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:41:21 PDT
Oh, sure. Driving's kinda fun. The feeling of power to be able to smash any small, woodland creature underneath the wheel at your bidding is pretty great. The responsibility on the other hand kinda sucks.

I try to avoid responsibility as much as possible. If I have no other choice I'll grin and bear it, but if I do have a choice? I try to avoid it. Alas, driving fell into the first category.

In Driver's Ed we were taught all the dangers of the road, supposedly not to scare us out of our wit, it accomplished that anyways. Like with trucks. I hate them. Ever since that class I always jump when one shows up beside me whilst I'm walking on the sidewalk.

However the biggest concern for me has always been an accident. It's not the injury or body damage to the car that got to me the most as much as the law & order part did. I hate the thought of having to exchange information because someone has to get blamed. The matter can't be forgotten, it must be dealt with. So let's place a blame somewhere.

And of course there's always the suing aspect that gets to me. I can't think of anything more irritating than the court room and the justice system. Lately I've been hearing about this lady suing the Mars candy company stating that their Starbursts were too chewy and should come with a warning label lest some person sprain a cheek from chewing artificially fruit-flavored candy. I'm sure the addition of a warning label could save a life!

The fact that I believe she can win the case does not make me feel better about anything.

Honestly though. These people. Are they just suing the company now just for the fun of it? I swear. A couple of friends get together to play truth and dare. One asks dare and the other goes... "Ok... I dare you to go sue so-and-so company!"

"Whoh! What if I lost?!"

"Haha, no you won't."

"Oh, yeah."

Or maybe there's just a group who figured they'd get their kicks by controlling the company and food regulations through suing. You want nothing but black and white logos? Bam. Sue them saying the bright logos nearly gave you a seizure.

Heck, I'd get a kick out of it.

In any case, a few days back I was complaining to my mother how unfair it was that my sister had a fish-shaped bath mat whereas I didn't. I was jesting of course but my mother took it seriously anyways.

"Oh, well. If you really feel that way why don't we go to Home Goods tomorrow?"

"Eh? Really? Well, it is awesome but if you're busy..."

"No, no. I'm fine."

"Alright then!"

I ended up staying up til' 4am reading manga and didn't wake up until noon to find out my mother wasn't home. She came home soon enough bearing food and all was jolly well and good.

Just as we were about to make our leave, it suddenly started to rain and the trip was delayed as I decided to play video games.

Eventually off we went to the highway! Me, driving of course to get in all the experience I can before Behind the Wheel. It was a nice day. Slightly warm.

We're starting to reach our exit as my mother tells me to pull into the far right lane to begin exiting the highway.

I don't know how most highways work, but just in case, the exit ramp can lead onto the highway and off so basically it's a huge circle. Those going off have to merge onto the left lane lest they feel the need to circle around the trees multiple times.

So there I was. On the farthest right lane that incoming cars would have to merge onto. I start to reach an exit when suddenly... a truck. You know those. The types of truck driven by truckers who stop by diners to have split-pea soup served to them by a waitress named Flo.

That was what went through my head at the moment before I realized the truck had suddenly started to pull in front of me and onto me.

Well. I was kind of in it's way.

Then I realized, "Oh. I might die."

I panicked and swerved the car into the left lane and just as luck would have it, a car was driving past. The car shook a bit and I realized I had just hit another car. Mostly though I was relived I did not become one of those small, smashed, woodland creature and my mother had just gotten into a shock over the car we just hit.

A man and his son pulls up beside us, pointing to where we got hit and drives on before stopping by the side of the road with the lady we hit. I pulled up behind them.

My mother tells me to stay in the car as she, the man, and the woman discuss the incident.

I sit there. Wow. I just hit a car. My first car accident. Utterly fantastic. As far as I could see, no one was hurt. That's good. They were... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13437077/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13437077/ Thu, 21 Jun 2007 18:40:36 PDT
What do you do?

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13356315/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13356315/ Fri, 15 Jun 2007 13:01:12 PDT
In any case. She'll be watching t.v. Some channel. And commercials of six flags will come on. I'd shake my sister and say, "Look! Look! There's Bugs Bunny! And Daffy Duck!" Or the Flintstone commercials will come on and I would excitedly point out to my sister all the characters.

The whole while I'm excitedly asking my sister whether or not she knows the names, she'll just look at me confused. Then I get really sad and say, "How could you not know that? That's Bugs Bunny!" But then Dora comes on and all is forgotten.

I'm only 12 years older than my sister and already there's a generation gap.

Man, c'mon.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13142605/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13142605/ Tue, 29 May 2007 18:57:48 PDT
Why is intelligence so important anyways? Why, so you won't look like a complete ass when you're speaking.

Take AP Psychology for example. We were studying social psychology at the moment, more specifically individualist culture and collectivists. The girl who sits next to me, and is black, turns to me.

"Ugh, I hate this book."

"Hm? Why?"

"It's so racist!"

"Really."

"Yeah! It says Blacks and Asians are collectivist. I'm black and I'm not collectivist. You're asian, don't you agree?"

I give an "uh-huh" one would give when listening to another's rant and turn away.

Now, let's think about this a second. She and I both live in the US. The US. Where people say, "Be an individualist." Not Africa or Asia where the culture is more collectivist.

Now I wonder. Why is it that she and I aren't collectivist in nature?

In any case though... There's this one boy in my class and his name is Steve.

Now Steve is kind of a loner. He missed a year of school and so he's 18 years old but still in the 11th grade. People generally dislike him owing to his personality. This boy is in desperate need for attention and apparently he takes depression pills for his... depression.

Now in the beginning of the year I just thought of Steven as another one of those weird geeky kids who just sat by themselves and reveled in that. Steve had something else in mind.

It was the beginning of art 3 and we were wonderously painting hot dogs. The teacher goes around and either compliments the kid's painting or give them a helpful critique. She compliments Steve then comes to me and says, "Oh, Vi. That's a gorgeous hot dog. You might want to get started on the rest of the background."

"Alright," I say and get back to work. Steve turns to me.

"I want to see."

"Um, sure, I guess." I show it to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. He nods.

"Ah." He's jealous. Great. Now we have a rivalry going on.

Or so I thought.

It turned out less to be rivalry and more admiration on Steve's part. Before I knew it, this boy was greeting me, following me around the room as surreptitiously as he could, did all he could to get my attention on his artwork, and asking me for critiques all the while saying, "Thanks, I appreciate getting compliments from someone I truly admire artwise."

I'm a little bothered by this. Sure, it's nice to be admired. But he hasn't seen any of my cartoons. Why are cartoons so important?

Well, that's basically all Steve draws basically. I hate his stuff. He took a cartooning class and basically followed the teacher's word to a "T". It's very vulgar 90s cartoon and listening to him talk about it is like driving a drill through my ear canal.

It's painful.

"Oh, yes. I have markers! 100 set actually. Y'know they sell them at A.C. Moore? Yeah! 100 set. Markers. I've got them, that I do."

That's utterly fantastic, Steve.

Now, I'm all for humor. Without humor I think we would pretty much suck. Humor, vague amusement or just the occasional not-take-this-seriously attitude.

We had a project this one day in Art which was to paint about our identity three different sized canvasses. Steve has drawn a grotesque cartoon-style boy showing anger with a background, the second is a brain or something and the third is just the guy lying on the ground, drooling.

Fine, whatever. Do what you want. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I should get the right to insult it. Then I hear Steve telling the teacher about his work.

"Yeah, I really wanted to show anger in the first panel so I thought I would do so by having steam come out of his ear and his eyes bloodshot..."

I tune him out at this point and laugh my head off. If this guy was kidding I would not have laughed so hard.

Days go by and Steve becomes more friendly with me for each passing day until he finally has the courage to sit in the back of the room with Jessie and me. Today, however, Jessie was not there.

It was just me and Steve. Fine, I can deal with that. He sits really close though. Ok, man. Whatever you want. I go around and try to do monotype stuff and utterly losing interest within a half hour and proceed to take out my sketchbook and draw Vi's manor.

The whole time I was moving around the room for monotype stuff, Steve had followed me. While I was working on monotype stuff, Steve had done the same. Now I'm drawing comics and Steve has taken out paper and started to draw car... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13127949/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13127949/ Mon, 28 May 2007 16:32:51 PDT
It isn't so bad. Just had to remember one thing whilst driving. Stay at least 5 mph above the speed limit or get run over. Cardinal rule here.

At any rate, just driving along listening to my mother and grandmother converse over the sounds of the radio, when suddenly the subject of my father comes up.

I decided now would be the chance to ask all the questions I've wanted about my father.

Now, see. Some time back I had heard a rumor my father had married a 20 year old some odd woman in Vietnam. I was telling my mother the news and failed to mention the age.

Now the conversation only makes sense in Vietnamese. When you're talking about a female with whom you have no connections to, you either call her "co" meaning aunt referring to a middle age woman or someone older than you, or "con" which is rather derogatory for a female younger than you.

"Yeah, Mamy. Con nghe Bo se bao lanh cai con do qua mi."

Yeah, Mamy. I heard Dad is trying to immigrate the girl over to America.

"Vi! Con dau co goi no bang 'con' duoc, goi 'co' dang quang!"

Vi! You can't refer to her as "child", you have to use "aunt"!

"Mamy. Ba nay mua co 20 may tua, ah. Sau con kieu bang 'co' duoc?"

Mom. The lady's only 20 some odd years old. How am I supposed to call her "aunt"?

My mother was silent a few moments and then she picked up the conversation as we continued to refer to the woman as "con".

In any case. My father is currently living with my grandma, or my mother's mother, my mother whom he divorced 15 years back. A little strange? Well, no matter. That just makes my grandma and excellent and accurate source of information on my father.

"Grandma, is it true dad has a new wife in Vietnam right now?"

"Oh, lord no. He has a woman though. He was talking on the phone with her. You know how mellow your father is now? He still gets really upset while talking on the phone though. It seems the girl is really slow."

I pause to contemplate this a second.

"Grandma. How old is the girl?"

"24."

I look at my mother who looks back at me. My father is 47 years old.

"Vi," my mother says. "The girl's only 7 years older than you."

"I know."

We've been at the mall for about half an hour now and just walking around as my sister enjoys herself. We pass by a bebe store which reminds my grandma of something.

"Ah, y'know. Your father is a very smart man. I remember some time back he had wanted to go buy some 'bebe' clothes and I was wondering for who. It turns out it was for his girlfriend, remember? Apparently she really likes these clothes. Oh, did you also know that she doesn't want to come to America? It's actually her family..."

I tune my grandma out as she goes into one of her gossip related tangents again and I think back to some point in the past.

Now, I've hated bebe for a while. All the people I know who wear it shouldn't be allowed to live. That really isn't the worst part though.

In any case. My father has somehow gotten it into his mind that it's his fatherly duty to turn me into a womanly woman as possible. He yells at me for disliking really short shorts, tight pants... well. Girly stuff in general. Interestingly enough I share a lot of my father's antics and interests (women not included) and he seems hell bent on curing me of these supposedly malignant behavior.

At any rate, I can't remember when it was, but at some point he had called me up to say hi and asked, "Vi, do you want any clothes? Like, I dunno. Bebe clothes?"

I thought a second. Bebe? What the hell is- Oh. That. "No, dad. Are you kidding me? Do you see the stuff I wear? What makes you think I'd like that?"

"What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing! I just don't wear them is all!"

"Ugh. Alright, fine. Why can't you dress more like a girl?"

He hangs up.

As I stand there in the mall and grin to myself. Connections after connections are there, I'm not sure what they mean or if they mean anything at all but I laugh in spite of myself. What am I supposed to think? That my father is the scum of the earth? I can't really think that. The situation, to me, just seems amusing in a way.

And besides. It's not like any of it affects my life anyways. They hold absolutely no meaning in my life.

At any rate. Other things happened in the mall. I had suddenly renewed my love for Pokemon Pinball and I end up sitting in the corner of the store to play it whenever I get the chance.
<... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13079779/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/13079779/ Thu, 24 May 2007 18:14:35 PDT
"Because you don't say 'like' a lot. Y'know. Something like, 'lyk omg.'"

Despite the rather wonderful comment, I was still a little confused. Even so I chose to ignore it and instead asked, "Smartest in relation to what?"

"In... society! You're the smartest person in society!"

Applaud me, people. According to one rather lonely 18 year old boy in my art 3 class I am, apparently, the smartest person... IN SOCIETY.

If I don't deserve a reward then who the hell does?

In any case speaking of blind worship (the 18 year old had declared my opinions to be invaluable. Because I draw comics) there's this other boy. Fernando or something. Your standard druggie/vegan. Jessie, one day, nonchanlantly said to me, "So, Vi..."

The drugged up vegan gasped. "Wow! You're VI?! Vi, as in, V-I?! Wow! You're so amazing! Meeting you is like getting to meet Gandhi except I'll never get to meet Gandhi because he's dead! Wow! Thank you, thank you for giving me this moment! You know, I wrote short stories about you! Well, I mean. Don't worry. It's not like I wrote a novel or anything."

It's amazing how going through your high school life using absolutely the minimum amount of effort required to pass has made me popular. Who knew that doing nothing can make you something?

Ah, yes. The power of the media. Or in this case the people I know. Even so that doesn't stop it from being... completely bizarre. I think maybe if I got out more people wouldn't be so surprised to meet me? I haven't a clue. It seems tiring.

At any rate. Alex and I went after school today to buy... a cricket. A.

"Excuse me, how much does uh cricket cost?" (Why must you say "a", Alex? Why not one?!)

The girl at the counter gave her a weird look. "12 cents"

"Um, alright. Can I get uh cricket?"

As the girls comes back with our single cricket, I turn to Alex and say, "Alright. So the plan is you take him home and keep him til' he dies..."

The girl's eyes widened. Alex laughs. "Haha, eh. It's for our Bio project. We have to... collect bugs. And leaves... and animals."

"Oh, I see." We pay the girl who looks at the cricket sadly as we leave with it.

Heck, man. Who doesn't buy those crickets to let them die?

"I wish you hadn't said all that in front of the girl."

"Eh, whatever."

We look at the cricket. A feeling of goodwill starts to come over me. Alex looks up. "We should name him."

"What?! That'd make his death all the more difficult!"

"Haha, you're right. Fine, fine."

We both stare at the cricket hopping in the plastic bag. Suddenly, an idea strikes me!

"Let's name him James."

"T-that's awful."

"What? It's the first I thought of! Besides, it will make his death easier."

"Hm, alright. We should give him a last name that rhymes with Wu..."

"Ok, um. Lu? That's Crystal's last name. It's like a two in one deal!"

In any case. Alex, being the brat that she is, decided to run off without the cricket. So now I'm stuck. With a cricket. On my dining table. Seeing him jump around is kind of depressing but then I think... "James Lu."

Haha. I'm kidding. I've been avoiding his eyes. It's kind of... hurtful. Y'know? It's sad, so terribly sad.

Oh yes. Have I told you? We've been taking the SOLs these past few days. Now. What are SOLs? Virginia state tests. Hm. To describe them? Well, they're... a shame on society. They're so boring that one actually cries of boredom while taking them. Trust me. I know.

Even though I say that the statement apparently doesn't hold true for everyone. Take my regular History class for example.

"Oh, god. I'm so screwed. I can't even answer the fucking sample question!" (guffaw guffaw)

I was curious so I skipped the instructions to read the sample question.

What speech is associated with the civil rights movement?

a) Gettysburg
b) I have a leg
c) I have a dream
d) The Truman Doctrine

I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to be disgusted or just incredibly, incredibly sad.

But then again... I'm thinking too hard about dumb people!

Y'know. If you keep at it you can actually hurt yourself.

Hooray!

-Vi

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I'm going to kill you.

-Vi

]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12731947/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12731947/ Wed, 25 Apr 2007 15:16:40 PDT
Huh. Interesting. I was typing in "rasenkai" for Alex's dA but I accidentally hit enter after I hit rase. Hooray for the royal agricultural society of England!

Anyways, what was the point of me coming onto dA? Why, to bid farewell my fellow dAers. No! I'm not leaving forever! And not for an angsty reason. In fact it's for a most excellent reason!

I just bought Pokemon Pearl.

Hohoho. "Man, Vi. Why so slow in buying?" Shut up! I didn't preorder, ok? And stupid Alex needed to take a stupid test... Stupid.

At any rate. I seem to have trouble controlling my temper as of late. Usually no matter how angry I got I was able to keep it down but lately... I've been snapping at people left and right.

First time was in History and we were taking a quiz. We were going over it in class and one of the questions was, "What was the first country that Germany took over? (Unopposed)" At any rate, the answer was Austria and this idiot girl in my class shouts out, "Aw, Mr.Barbee. Can't you make it Poland?"

Mr. Barbee shook his head. "No."

"Why not?"

I snapped. "Because Poland wasn't the first country they fucking took!"

I was mad. Then other people in my class who think that Debbie, Crystal and I are the smart ones in the class so they're always asking us for answers and I got fed up and forced them to their own work. Bah.

And then in Bio... I can't remember what happened but this one guy said something to me and I said, "Oh, I was being sarcastic. Pity you couldn't tell. Maybe one day. Not today but maybe one day."

It wasn't that clever a line but the guy seemed shocked and unable to utter a word and people around were saying, "Ooo, Mike. Someone's not happy with you." Maybe people are shocked because I'm usually quiet? Quiet because I'm angry all the time.

You know how there's the class clown that everyone thinks is funny and everyone likes them? Because they're funny? So yeah. There's a guy like that in my AP Bio class and we were doing a respiration lab. I can't remember. I think I was putting vaseline around the tube so that the plant would stay. And I think the guy was pretty much telling me I should be doing what I should be doing. I got really mad and I said, "Dear lord, that's what I'm doing right now. If you don't have anything of importance to say could you shut the hell up?"

He did. But he must've looked at me with such a shocked expression that I heard someone say, "Don't worry, Kang. She didn't mean it! Everyone loves you!"

"I'd think twice about that statement if I were you."

He looked at me shocked again.

Then the last case was in English. We were watching the Great Gatsby movie and Richard, the class clown, was blocking the t.v. so I asked, "Richard, could you move?"

"Why don't you?"

"Because you have no one in front of you so does it really matter where you move?"

"Well, I don't want to." So he raised his hand to the back of his head and he asked everyone around me whether or not they could see, of course they all said yes. He even asked the guy who was sitting between me and him who was sleeping! Who obviously didn't care whether or not he could see the t.v.

So yeah. I got peeved that day. Then I got over it. He did it again next class and I didn't really care anymore except I got mad again when birds had showed up a lot in the movie and he asked the class, "Hey, who was it who did the bird motif for their project?"

"What the hell are you talking about?! Birds weren't in the book! Do you retain ANYTHING that you read?!"

Sigh, temper, temper Vi. I'm not pleased that I get this angry but alas, I do. I think after the first time it was so easy I couldn't stop myself! Well, I'll just have to try again.

At any rate, speaking of the Great Gatsby movie... You want to know what's classy? A collared shirt and a vest. Seriously. Gatsby looked good.

Well, ok. I can't say if Gatsby lookd good because I only cared about the collared shirt and the vest. Which looked good. (thumbs up) Seriously, classy, man. Class-y! Sigh. Sadly no one dresses that way anymore. What happened to the 20s, man? The 20s.

So yes. I opened my Pokemon Pearl book and lookd at the pictures (Ken Sugimori is awesome!) and the professor was wearing a collared shirt and vest! And... yeah. What can I say? It was classy. Hohoho. I need a new word.

But yeah. Steven. That's why I love Steven. One of many reasons because no matter where he was he was always wearing his suit. Out in the grass with the wild pokemon and their waste or in the rain! He's wearing that suit. Now there'... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12644230/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12644230/ Wed, 18 Apr 2007 15:08:48 PDT
Well, whatever. At any rate it's where the kids who support homosexuality are silent for the whole day. I have a hippish friend who decided to tape of piece of duct tape over her mouth that was colored rainbow... Haha. It was funny. She gave me two thumbs up as greeting. She's awesome.

Well, at any rate I have another friend who held up a piece of paper stating she was quiet for the day? Crystal. Remember her? Well, um. How should I say this? She's not very good at being silent. ANd then she'd have a sheet saying, "Can't talk! Supporting homos!" Or something close to that.

I'd be talking to Debbie and then Crystal would come and interrupt the conversation and I'd say, "Wait, aren't you supposed to be silent?"

Crystal: Oh, right. Sorry! Oh, I mean! (gestures)
Vi: Ok... By the way, Crystal. What are you working on?
Crystal: Oh, homework. See, I-
Vi: TALKING AGAIN!
Crystal: AH! SORRY! I mean! MMMM!
Vi: Man, Crystal. I bet homos all over are like, 'Man, I really hate that Crystal. She's totally screwing up our silent protest! I wish she'd stop!'
Crystal: No! They love me!
Vi: HA! (waves her paper in her face)
Crystal: (turns away) Nooo! It's like the sunlight! It hurts!

So yeah. At any rate... I feel like doing my part... Hm. What shall I do?

...

Yay for gay!

Sorry. That's all I got. I'll do the same thing for lesbians as soonas I can think of a catchy rhyme.

-Vi

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"Vi, you've been sleeping all day. Have you eaten?"

"Hm? Yeah. Um... some banh bot chien."

"Well, if you want later tonight you can eat some of the food we have downstairs."

"Oh, really? Sure. What do we have?"

"Heart."

"...What?"

"Yeah, chicken heart."

"... Um. Yeah. Well, I was just kidding. I'm not that hungry right now."

"Well, ok. But it's really good!"

"Yeah, ok. Bye mom."

"Good night!"

I'm pretty hungry now. Should I eat it?

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I was just sitting in my room when suddenly my mother came in and said to me, "Vi, I have some grilled fish! From grandma! Do you want to eat?"

I leaped out of bed. "Hell yes, please! Let's eat!"

"Too bad. I still need to cook the rice."

My mother thinks thats funny every single time. You'd think I'd wise up to her trick by now.

Anyways. The fish was crazy good. I haven't had grilled fish in a while. I wasn't full after eating my share of fish and so my mother offered me some ground beef. I refused. Beef next to fish pales in comparison.

At any rate... I'd always ask my mother to make grilled fish for me but she'll always say, "No! It's hard and besides... it'll make the house smell."

She always closes the doors of the bedrooms when she cooks! So then I have to run upstairs and open my door. Honestly. Can you think of any smell better than food? No, you can't. I don't care. No is no.

At any rate... the fish was served with a delicious platter of chinese watercress (my true love) that was sauteed with garlic and onions (gag) but it didn't hinder the watercress in any way! Glorious.

Y'know. They need to do more shows with chinese watercress on Food Network.

Oh right. Speaking of my mother... I was telling her, while deveining shrimp (disgusting!), about how wonderful it was to have to spend history class with a bunch of idiots who had the utmost fun talking about all the different shit (yes, shit) they inhaled, smoked or... um. Whatever else there is one does with shit.

At any rate. My mother nodded glumly and she asked me, "Yes, it's really sad. Gangs are a big problem too. Do you have a lot of gangs in your school?"

I thought a moment before answering. "No, see. My school is known as a preppy school, or as a school full of rich kids, so they have money to afford and do drugs instead, so there's no gangs."

"Ah," my mother said knowingly, "that makes sense."

Makes perfect sense.

Yeah, so. We have a new teacher for art for the rest of the year while my teacher is on maternity leave. The new teacher isn't... bad I guess. Well, yeah. OK. She is. She forgot one of the day to check homework... she hasn't told us to do anything in class so I've taken that as an incentive to not do anything. Oh, she does go around the room to take a looksy. But she doesn't say anything. Ah well!

Oh man. So. My mother is leaving me for two weeks... tomorrow. And tomorrow I will also be dropped off at Jessie's house! But before that can be done my grandma was yelling at my mother that we should bring food to the host's house... I don't mean like a cake or nuthin' but Vietnamese food like soups and meat stuff. Which is all fine and dandy to Jessie apparently because her family loves beef and she, while she cannot eat red meat, just wants to eat it!

My point? Jessie was all for the idea of bringing food over to her house. So she and I spent a good deal of time talking about food. Well, actually. It was more like me ranting about food, searching up pictures of them on the internet then showing Jessie. At any rate! I'm going to be buying a lot of food tomorrow. Hum. Does that seem weird? I feel weird. Hahaha. Whateverrr. As long as I get my banh canh. Yum.

At any rate... Thank god for the internet or I would've never found out the English names for my favorite fruit. Like the mangosteen! Or sweetsop or soursop! Or rambutan. Such fun names.

At any rate! I'll be back in two weeks or so! In those two weeks I will be at Jessie's house with her three younger brothers and parents... I'll be spending one weekend with her family at their mountain house and the last weekend there I'll be going home so I can go on the metro to the cherry blossom go tournament! Dammit, I need practice!

At any rate. There'll be little kids there... And Alex! So you can expect a journal. Unless all the kids aren't there. Dang. Well, maybe a journal about my experience with Jessie. I dunno. Busy, man.

Oh yeah. I've been playing an mmorpg with Zam... and well. It's fun! Seriously. It wouldn't be fun at all without a friend to play with... Well, duh. But that's besides the point. I just forgot how fun it could be.

Oh. April is coming up isn't it? And guess what that means? The food network awards! Woo. Actually, I could care less. I just saw Alton Brown and yeah... Well. April is also when... Pokemon comes out. Sweet!

Man... ]]> ~RandomPerson89 http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12158875/ http://RandomPerson89.deviantart.com/journal/12158875/ Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:31:29 PDT
That's just how awesome things can be.

Like animations that are just so gorgeous you wonder if it can be humanly possible. Then you decide to make yourself feel better that it couldn't possibly be, that the artist when and killed great artists, collected their souls and molded all their talents into one.

While that isn't true that would still be an interesting story so whatever happened, it's all good.

Y'know what else is awesome? Books. Especially great ones. They're great. To have just ink on paper resembling letters then clumped together to form words then spaced to form sentences and paragraphs across pages. Just think of it. That's all it is across pages and yet it somehow manages to stir your feelings into a frenzy. I mean, good god, man. Some humor can only work in text, and some greats have manipulated that well. And some are just fantastic in every aspect possible.

And art. Good god, what geniuses exist in this world. I feel like I was prayed for by someone who said to God or whoever one day before bed, "God, let Vi experience some greatness. Please. Just so she can know."

And God listened and thus Vi discovered greatness.

At any rate though, to speak of greatness you must speak of me. I mean, c'mon. See, the past few days I've been in a god awful mood and decided, against my better judgement, to not do any work school related. Usually if I don't do homework I at least do the work given to us in class but then I decided to just leave it be.

And leave it be I did.

While that choice of action there of mine won't help my GPA at all, it at least stopped the guy who sits next to me in history to ask me for the answers for everything. Now he just sits there and tries to puzzle things over himself.

Now think about that. He could ask other people in the class, but why doesn't he? Because they are so insanely dumb you can't even fathom how it could be possible to lack that much of anything, but lack it they do.

So what can we conclude from this?

That for me to be on the same level as everyone else in class I have to do absolutely no work. NONE. Absolutely zilch to be on their level.

Is life great or what?

But really. I'm just joking. I like to THINK that, and I do. I pretend that it's true and I sit there basking in glory while the people in class throw gum at each other until one gets stuck on my backpack then I realize how not awesome I am due to the difficulty I have of getting it off. I tried scraping it off onto a cylindrical, metal rod.

Smart.

Having gotten nothing accomplished other than spreading it around even more I decide to step on it onto the floor. Now, we've all seen those cartoons where the character steps onto gum on a sidewalk and gets stuck to the ground rather haplessly. Same here. Except this time the gum decided to be all stringy and and make lines connecting to everything that came in contact.

Before I knew it, I had made a small network under my desk and much to my utter disgust I gave up and used my fingers to take it all off.

Pleasant. Not the first time I've done this consdering how last year some person though it would be funny to put a wad of gum on my locker handle.

Funny indeed.

But really. I'm getting nowhere here and just talking about gum which I'm sure interests no one out there.

Anyways, I have a friend in school who, shocked and appalled by how nice I've been lately (which is equivalent to how happy I am) went and spoke privately to everyone how she hated how happy I was.

I can't even begin to tell you how that irritated me. Could there be any more selfish thought on this planet? I mean, how selfish could you be to take it upon yourself to be disgusted at other's joy for, what, your own amusement? I feel like it's much more base than that though, like you can't deal with change so you want all the sad people to stay sad for the rest of their time here on Earth.

That's sad.

At any rate, I'll leave that thought with you as I also leave in the pursuit of items meant for the consumption of humans.

Basically, I'm just hungry.

G'night, g'night!

-Vi

Y'know. It's kinda interesting. The gentle feelings. The ones so soft we barely notice. Do we? I dunno. Can't say I have very much.

At any rate... Haha. Life.

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