Another meme from fiertia~


Reply to this meme with "Words" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

POLAND

Well, it's obvious why she picked that one--I know her from an RP where I play Hetalia!Poland XD I love Hetalia!Poland to bits and pieces which means I torture him as much as possible, and I think real world!Poland seems pretty interesting. I'd like to poke at learning the language, if I ever have time; right now, my Polish-speaking ability stands at "can fumble out the pronunciation of most words after a few tries, and swear pretty proficiently".

cute

...Ffffff. Okay. Okay, hold on, this is actually pretty wildly amusing to me, because I spent years of my life denying that I ever did anything cute. Which was difficult, because I squeak when people poke me, and am extremely spontaneous. I think that, at this point, I've settled for "badass AND cute". I'm not sure why she picked this one, but... okay!

hugs

I love hugs. I am a REALLY tactile person, and when around my RL friends, pretty much cuddle nonstop. It confuses my friends sometimes, if I become friends with someone else really quickly. Like, this once, I met a girl, and totally didn't have a crush on her at all, but we hit it off really well on a friends-level, and she was about as snuggly as me, so my friends saw us around each other--"hanging all over each other", I think, was the term they use in recounting this--and assumed that we were, uh, more intimately involved than I'm personally comfortable with at this point in my life o///o Online, this love for snuggling translates into a LOT of use of the *hugs* emote, so yes.

NIHON

In case anyone in the world was not aware of this, I am quite fond of Japan. I intend to return, when I can.

curves

...In case anyone in the world was not aware of this, I, uh, find curves aesthetically pleasing? I'm also a fairly curvy person, myself. *understatement* But yes, the Ladies with a comfortable to snuggle level of squish are far cuter to me than really skinny ones. In large part because...boobs. And hips. They're nice =D Go, curves!

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...

( My interview )




In non meme-related news, I'm back in MD! Yep. Uh, that's about it. I'm glad not to be at school for a while, it was starting to drive me crazy.

Hahaha, I post a lot more to my main journal when I'm procrastinating desperately~

Briefly: Okay, seriously, America, WTF. I love you, deeply, but like...France is probably the one country we haven't gotten into any wars against since, like, BEFORE THE REVOLUTION, and they helped us in the Revolution and we've been allied ever since, and yet when I try to write a paper about US-French relations, I run up against more frothingly nationalistic, "Fuck those bastards" jingoism than I would researching a similar topic for...Oh, say, IRAN. The leaders of whom actively want to destroy us.

*headwall, for EVER* What. The. Fuck. I demand an explanation for this bullshit, world.

I need to stop procrastinating for a bit.

But the real reason I made this post? To inform any of my friends who may be as...uhm, stupid as me that putting tangerine peels around open wounds, or rubbing your eyes after touching them, or putting them in your ears (shut uuuuuuup, I have weird impulses and control them badly!) is a bad idea.

It...kind of burns really bad.

So yeah.

That's all. You may now go about your business.

So the past 24 hours have been a little on the mind-numbingly shitty side. Getting better, but still a pain in the ass I could have done without.

Naturally, the best way to deal with this is by PROCRASTINATING LIKE A MOFO on my schoolwork, and stealing a bunch of memes from murasaki_kaze. ILU, Kaze~

( Generic Anime Stereotype Meme )

Clearly, I'm a sexy tomboy.

( Generic Sort of Meme )

( 100 Truths )

( Nationality Meme )

Surprisingly accurate! Irish/German/Other stuff pride!

( One. Word. Only. Meme. )

( 80 Questions )

Getting into RP-related ones now...

( RP Personality Meme )

I'm going to combine the next 2, because I can. Name any of my characters (Ashura, Sano, Kondou, Hijikata [Sieben and TST], Watari, Ling Tong, Sun Ce, Utena, and Poland/Feliks [edingly and TST]), and I'll answer the questions under the cut for them!

( The Questions )

Finally, a poem, created with the "First lines of 20 random songs, use the 21st as the title" meme~

( This Appeared as a Moral Dilemma )

It has come to my attention that I've actually been keeping up with this journal for two years! Surprised? I am, since I seemed to max out at two entries the previous times I tried getting elljays or similar.

So, in celebration, dear f-list...As thanks to you for sticking around, making me laugh, making me think, whatever it is that makes us friends, I'm opening up shortfic requests. Any fandom I know, either rp I'm in, AU's, crackfic, shipfic, smut, gen, vignettes, you name it. Heck, it doesn't even have to be fanfic--I can make up a 'verse for you. I won't write for characters that I don't know and haven't rp'ed with, and I won't write like...non-con, or things that squick me out really hardcore. But anything else is fair game! Because I love you.

I won't start on them until tomorrow evening, though. That Calc test is in the morning...wish me luck!

So, I may have mentioned that I've been taking Calc this semester--PNCing it, because I'm a liberal arts major and didn't need the stress of trying to get a good grade in it. Various things have happened--namely, I've been too sick and exhausted to make it to like, a third of the classes, and thus failed to turn in a lot of homework. So my grade, as the teacher put it nicely, is "borderline".

It all comes down to this: If I pass the exam next week, I pass the class. If I fail...I fail.

Guys? I'm not going to pass that exam.

I'm going to kick its ASS. So help me God, that calculus exam won't know what the Hell hit it. Ket out, I've got another class in ten.

Dear Anthropology Teacher:

What in God's name possessed you to give us four essays to write in an hour, then say 7 extra minutes is plenty of time to finish up? Some of us take pride in doing good work, not just doing tons of slipshod work.

And because I care about the quality of my output, I'm getting a C on that test for incomplete work.

It also seems that no amount of logic or appeal to human compassion will make you give me the ten minutes I'd need to cobble together something for the last question worthy of your obviously questionable standards, which would raise me to...I don't know, not a C.

Fuck you hard with something on fire, you authoritarian bitch.

No love whatsoever, ever, even if you personally save my family from a fate worse than death or cure AIDS or whatever,

Ket

And my adviser is the nicest person in the world, but not much help with this whole mass of stupidity (except for the hug. The hug helped).

In related news, most people, when they are angry, probably do not have the urge to scream into a pillow, get into a fight, write poetry, draw, and perform angry monologues all at the same time. Indecisive Ket is indecisive.

...And wants chocolate. If the brownies aren't edible tonight, I may go on a violent rampage, because today has been than much shit.

Rin, I left my phone in your room. I need it back.

There are days when I almost wish the intertubes didn't give me access to viewpoints from liberal to conservative to libertarian to goddamned fascist.

To wit: When I am just trying to find a simple article to summarize for my Japanese class, I don't want the only recent article I can find on civil rights to be some backwards lunatic being all "baaaaaaw, interpreting the Bible/the Constitution as members of a modern, diverse society somehow is like taking rights back away from blacks, and those bad, nasty liberals are going to FORCE US ALL TO MARRY GAYS I TELL YOU and how DARE those pinko commie-fags say that queers fall in love and want to have that love recognized and socially validated like NORMAL people?! Baawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ;A; We're still special snowflakes, dammit!"

Someday, we will look back on men like that the same way we now look back now on the Ku Klux Klan.

Until then, my head and my desk will remain friends.

Also, telling me "If that liberal Obama whippersnapper wins, there will be LIBERALS in the courts SUPPORTING HUMAN RIGHTS oh God the indignity of it all..." is just going to make me MORE likely to vote for him.

From The Book of Lord Shang:

The six parasites are: rites and music, odes and history, cultivation and goodness, filial
devotion and brotherly love, sincerity and trustworthiness, uprightness and integrity, humaneness
and rightness, criticism of the army and being ashamed of fighting...

It is clear that I'm something close to the Legalist Antichrist.

My mind boggles at the fact that there is a major school of philosophy based on the presumption that all people suck and need to be smacked into place, natural human relationships and decency are detrimental to society, and the best thing ever is having a god-like leader eternally sending his mindless, powerless peon minions (the ones who aren't farming and birthing kids at the moment) off to kill shit. Whut. Seriously, guys. Whut.

Fuck this shit, I'll take Taoism any day, and I'm not even that huge on Lao Tzu! As it has been said by the man with the Guy Fawkes mask: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

In other news, I registered to vote in Virginia, because my candidate's pretty much got MD in the bag anyway ♥ And I'm sick and damned tired of being afraid of my government.

Ganked from like, half my f-list.

Here's how it works: you can ask any question to any of my roleplaying characters. I've listed them below. They may not answer you truthfully, but they will answer.

Sieben:

-Hijikata Toshizou (Peacemaker Kurogane; mibu_alpha)
-Ashura (Rg Veda; heavens_schism)
-Watari Yutaka (Yami no Matsuei; kanscientist)
-Kondou Isami (Soshite Haru no Tsuki; not_blushing)
-Harada Sanosuke (Soshite Haru no Tsuki; all_heart_sano)
-Ling Tong (Dynasty Warriors; ukilledmyfather)

The Skytides:

-Hijikata Toshizou (Peacemaker Kurogane; smokydemon)

Have at!

Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love about you. Maybe more than three. Then repost to your own journal to spread the love.

Have at!

Disregard the earlier rantage about loathing DW6; I just watched the cutscenes, and they managed--against all odds--to actually make Sun Ce and Zhou Yu even more gay for each other than they were to begin with. And not just by cutting Sun Ce's wife and apparently giving Zhou Yu's no cutscenes.

No, I am talking seriously gay stuff. Like...making Sun Ce inexplicably not die in 200, thus allowing Zhou Yu to fawn over him and fuss about him for a while, before they take over China, then decide to leave it to Sun Ce's little brother so they can fucking ride off into the sunset to live out the rest of their days having happy adventures together.

And the way I'm saying it is less gay than it actually is.

Fine, Koei. You can take my interesting female characters and my good voice actors and my exotic weapon movesets, but you can never take my warlord/strategist barely-subtext. Deal?

Next time I am in the general vicinity of a con? I'm cosplaying the Medicine Seller from Mononoke.

Note: Note Princess Mononoke. Mononoke the recent trippy anime based on old Japanese ghost stories. Medicine Seller is the coolest thing ever, and I will SO bind my chest to play that.

....Mmm, old ghost stories. Wiiiiiiincakes ♥

...Why no, I don't have anything constructive to say today, other than pointing out that Mononoke, and Medicine Seller, are win and need more love. More! Seriously, I'm totally considering going to cons I otherwise wouldn't just so I don't have to wait until the next Balticon I'm in the 'States for.

So I've been failing hard at posting here for the last month--I got kind of swept away with three things. The beginning of the semester (have I mentioned how much I hate homework? I hate homework. It gets in the way of the work I give myself. But my classes and teachers remain hardcore shiny, so I'm not really complaining), my trip to Kansai (which was SO FREAKING GREAT and I want to work in Osaka and get to mess around in Kyoto on days off, screw Tokyo and its constant maintenance of distance sideways), and this rp. Multifandom crack--I've been playing Ashura from Rg Veda, Hijikata from Peacemaker, Watari from Yami no Matsuei, and Sano and Kondou from Soshite Haru no Tsuki.

It's a weird, weird thing when your most publicly recognizable character is a supporting character from Yami no Matsuei. But then, this is what I get for playing from a manga as old as me and one that's, essentially, a samurai soap opera with porn in.

Went to Shibuya on a whim today, since no one told me I didn't have classes and I had the money for trains for the first time in a couple of weeks. There was a protest march over Tibet and the Olympics being held in China and all going down the main street; I followed for a while. For all I know, all this hullabaloo is going to be what we think of decades from now when we look back on 2008, so now I can say I was there and witnessing things instead of bumming around in my apartment the whole time!

I also found Mandarake, on the third try. Bought some doujins for friends who'd requested them. Also, Scarlet, if you're reading this, I found the Gintoki x Shinpachi section and was like, "I know someone who'd like one of these!" And then I realized that I don't have a scanner after I bought it. Ahaha, if she doesn't read this, I guess I'll just keep it, since I know so few other Gintama people...but yeah. Uh. If she's got a PO Box or something, I'll see what I can do about that.

I'll do a post with my "OMG Kansai is so much more fun than Kanto" squealing in a bit. Unless I forget. I'll probably not forget if someone pesters me about it...For now, though, I think that's about it!

...I need to quit failing so hard and post some fic. My Sano/Heisuke/Shinpachi one has this one paragraph that I can't axe and can't make quite right...*sigh*

So, I finally got a paid account, for the dumbest of reasons: because there was an icon meme, and I wanted more shiny icons. I've been saving a bunch of them and saying 'maybe I'll have room for this someday!' anyway.

I think it is nice when I am reminded of the good in the world. I mean...I'm pretty stubbornly optimistic in a sense, and religiously nice to strangers, but at the same time have little faith that people, in general, are that nice. In Japan, it's a little weird, because every single person I run into can look at me, and in the time it takes to blink, they have no choice but to be on some level aware that I'm a foreigner. And with xenophobia being what it is...not too many of them try to talk to me, whether it's from general reservedness with strangers, unsureness as to whether I can understand a word they say, or something more sinister. On bad days, it really does seem like everyone mistrusts me for my non-Japaneseness.

So last night when I was at the grocery store, I sat outside for a little while, and this old guy came and sat down and talked to me. Wasn't trying to hit on me or anything, just...talked. About travel, and our families, and life. And he was informal and friendly--possibly drunk, damned if I really know, but it is a breath of fresh air after too much talking with service workers and very, very polite women to have someone drop the damned honorifics and just talk to me.

I've been in a good mood ever since, just because of being acknowledged as a human and having time spent with me.

He reminded me a lot of my grandfathers, who've been gone for a long time. He had a kind of stubborn good health like Pop Pop did before the last year, and a laugh very much like his, and an outgoing friendliness like Grandy. I guess sometimes I get kind of paranoid that people here, when they know I'm an American, might hold the Hiroshima-Nagasaki thing against me, especially considering the bad history education...it's especially comforting when older people are willing to talk to and be friendly with me, I suppose. It's been a long time, but those scars are deep, so it's good to see people who can look past them and smile.

( Cut for length--here there be memes! )

RESOLUTION: By the end of this week, I will post some of the fic I've been prodding at all this time. If I don't, f-list, please harass me!

I want to make a mood theme set for Alsara. If I had a scanner, I so would. I may do the pictures anyway in preparation.

Edited for massive, f-list killing lj-cut related HTML failage. Sorry to anyone I may have inconvenienced looking for that lost tag!

So, uhm, evidently when I'm cut off from physical affection for too long, my sleeping brain tries to compensate by making me a Mary Sue in my dreams. I wish I were kidding.

But I so had a dream where I was in this weird school-dojo combination, and all the guys and girls wanted to get in my pants. About half of the dream consisted of snuggling with one of them. Cuddling, small talk, hair petting and stuff.

Putting the Sueishness aside, I clearly need to be in some kind of reciprocated relationship before I explode. Or at least I need to get back to my friends, who are more touchy-feely than some lovers. That would do fine.

Either way, I need some gorram cuddles.

*sulk*

The internet isn't for porn. It's for all frigging manner of distracting things--porn, memes, manga, giving me plotbunnies...the list is much more comprehensive than just 'porn' could ever hope to convey.

Recently: Gintama. I hadn't heard of it until I was messing about on elljay a few days ago, and thought, "Hmm, humor with sci-fi/historical/action kinda stuff? Sounds like my cuppa, I'll look real quick..." And now I can't stop. I'm almost to the end of the episodes that are out (I'll read the manga after next time I go to the used bookstore), and I've been laughing nonstop for days.

...And if I get caught up on canon and it turns out no one ships Katsura/Gintoki, I'm gonna cry. Buckets of tears. Because I so don't need another pairing that's inexplicably unloved.

I have not started any new projects since I last whined about my unproductivity. Maybe that's a sign I'll actually finish a couple soon.

I went to Akihabara the other day and got myself set up so I don't have to kill my back whenever I want to be online. I fear I'll never be productive again. On the plus side, I got a cellphone charm of Ikkaku! And will be stalking the alleys of Akiba until I find a matching Yumichika one. I'll be sad it it doesn't exist. For those wondering about my subject line? I kicked the kitchen's ass. I might be domestically inept, but apparently, if I really, really try, I can make inari-zushi unsucky enough that I can spare myself a trip to the convenience store now and then. Or it could just have been a fluke.