I must say, it’s kind of sad. Saturday will be my birthday, but that’s not the sad part. You see, Saturday will also be the first anniversary of my little old blog, and I won’t get to make a post then. I remember last year’s first post well; surprisingly my list of hobbies is still current, I still overuse parentheses (not that that’s a bad thing), and I still occasionally sign my name as “#m”. But, on the minute of my anniversary I plan to be deep into the AMV contests. I updated more back then though…

A few days ago I heard the song YMCA again, and it reminded me of my past. Back when I still lived in Minnesota and we would take weekend trips up to Fargo, all of the kids would sometimes go to the YMCA there. It was a long time ago, so the memories are a bit fuzzy, but I don’t think I ever really wanted to go - and now I think I know why. It was that song. All that talk about getting clean and having a good time… it gave me shivers. Echoes of YOUNG MAN! haunt me is my sleep, threatening to follow me into the real world and extinguish my short, pitiful life.

To this day, I’ve never set foot in one again.

For obvious reasons, I’ll be absent from my blog for the next few days until school starts. I’ve got my schedule mapped out in four colors and encased in transparency sleeves, and my binders (mostly) packed. I’m ready to get my 3 1/2 hours of sleep tonight before getting up at 1:30, and my manga is packed for the car ride. Otakon 2005, I’m ready.

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A while ago I posted a link to the Lycos 50, a daily column that comments on recent web activity. I’ve never denied the continued excellence of the site, until of course, today. You see, the article for this weekend, “The Web’s Love Affair with Anime” is riddled with errors. When you have an internationally acclaimed column, and you have additional reporters working on your articles with you, you would think you would check your articles fairly closely for accuracy. Apparently Dean Tsouvalas doesn’t think he is up to that challenge. Paragraph five everyone, paragraph five. Rumiko Takahasi?! Takahasi?!?! I can understand a mistake of this nature with other languages, but the different between si and shi in Japanese is quite distinct, especially when everywhere her name is printed, it is printed as Rumiko Takahashi. No, it wasn’t just one typo. Oh no, my friends, that mistake was made twice, meaning he was just plain wrong. NOT ONLY THAT!! He seemed to think InuYasha was a story about a boy that traveled back to feudal Japan. Trust me, you cannot mistake Kagome for a boy, whatever culture you’re from. Ha, like he’ll ever read my email.

So, I got me schedule today, and I have mixed feelings. For one thing, I don’t know who my teacher will be for History or Physics (they haven’t even hired everyone yet) and I don’t have Mr. Wainwright (yes, I know that’s probably spelled incorrectly) for Pre-calc! I went from having both math and computer science with him to having nothing with him. Ok, I’ll just post it and then talk some more about it:

1st: World History 10-H (Unknown)
2nd: Physics I-A (Unknown)
3rd: Intro to Theatre [TA-ish thing] (Small)
4th: English 10-H (Irani)
5th: Precalculus-H (Pellow…)
6th: French III-A (Saunders)
7th: Acting (Small)

No major complaints aside from the unknown teachers. I wish I had theatre every day, but this just means Tuesdays and Thursdays will be awesome. So far, it looks like I have Acting with Helen and Lee, and French with Lee. Not many, but more than last year. Pellow, you’ve stolen my Wainwright! Well, I have nothing else to say, except “HOW WILL I KNOW WHERE TO GO IF THE NUMBERS HAVE BEEN CHANGED AND I DON’T KNOW WHO MY TEACHERS ARE?”

The Otakon schedule has been posted though, so I’m happy about that. Except that I’m going to have to wake up at 2 AM next Friday. Oh well.

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It’s official: sashimi tastes better than sushi. I know, I know; it’s hard to believe, but it’s true! I must admit that my enjoyment of Japanese food was somewhat forcefully induced - I would never have tried any of it had I not been a pathetic poser wishing he were Japanese. I’ve grown to actually like the food however. True, sushi is not a traditional part of the American food department, but neither is root beer to the Europeans, and that doesn’t stop some of them from enjoying it, does it? I think it’s about time we bleach Cuddles’ fur again, she’s going a bit off color.

(Insert every moronic computer abbreviation for surprise) It’s less than two weeks until school starts, and thus we should be getting our schedules soon. That is, of course, assuming there is nothing horribly wrong with them. I’ve already had to substitute Physics for AP Chemistry because not enough people signed up (shame, everyone that didn’t sign up for AP Chem, shame!), and now I find that Computer Science conflicts with History. This means that I must now take Art, childcare, or a study hall (blegh). Why must it be so complicated, why?! I’m gonna try to work something out with Mr. Small - maybe I can do a “Let’s be Mr. Small’s slave during 1st period Intro” thing or something.

Now, this is something I’ve been pondering for about a month. The topic today is - hard candies. Sure, some of them taste very pleasant (I particularly enjoy gooey pineapple ones), but let us take a moment to consider the composition of such candies: Sugar, artificial flavoring - all that good stuff - and spit. That’s what you taste, the concentrated flavoring of the candy mixed with your saliva to produce a flavored liquid which is supposed to taste good. Think of it like this - you know those crystal light water bottle mixes, the ones that you pour a pack of flavoring into a water bottle and a crystal light beverage instantly appears (at about twice the cost of a bottle of pop, when you factor in the bottled water)? If you were consuming a hard candy instead, you would be, in essence, mixing a crystal light water bottle pack into a cup of your own (if you’re lucky) spit. And that is the thought I leave you with today.

For lack of a better sig,

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It’s been an interesting two weeks at Monticello HS. The entryway is nice… Then again, I’m not sure I’d want to go to a school that has reserved parking for the police. If they come there that often, I’d be a bit frightened. I was actually not minding PE that much until this week, but my feet are starting to kill me! Sure, I may not have been kicking the soccar ball in exactly the correct way, but that’s not any reason to make my last week miserable. I just keep telling myself, “Two and a half days left. 15 hours left…” and so on. I’ve compiled a list of some of my favorite quotes that my PE teachers have said. True, they seem like very intelligent and considerate people, but I couldn’t resist.

“Leave your friends!”
“Against the wall!”
“I saw a football player hurl”

Enough of that. So, I sent back my audition-form-thing to Savanna for her movie-thing. Anyone else auditioning (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, I’ll forward the messege to you if you’re interested). I wonder what her screenplay is about though, considering the last question on the form was, “Have you ever handled a weapon?”.

By the way, if you ever decide to wait until 20 days before a convention to book a hotel, DON’T!!!! I came this close to having no other choice but to drive in 20 minutes to the convention center, and may I add that parking would be not only expensive but impossible.

That post sucked. I haven’t been in a very bloggy mood lately; maybe it has something to do with the immenent destruction of my soul due to overexposure to PE.

#man de LYNN