Cerulean Blue

Because my TV show fandoms are rediculously obvious, I'm going to make these as obscure as possible, muahaha.

THE TV KEYWORD MEME
• Go to IMDB.com and look up 10 of your favorite TV shows.
• Post three official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks.
• Have your friends guess the show names.

1. Death / Gay Character / Ensemble Cast
2. Title Spoken By Character (lmao, wtf?) / Sitcom / Janitor (this sucked cuz IMDb only had 6 keywords to choose from) (Scrubs - heathabear)
3. Boston, MA / Mail Carrier / Wooden Indian (that says it all, man.)
4. Acme Brand / Hollywood / Rabbit (dude, this one has sucky keywords) (Tiny Toons - heathabear)
5. Polluted City / War / Surrogate Family (Sonic the Hedgehog - scribbleschan)
6. Mad Scientist / Spacecraft / Princess
7. Sexual Tension / Cellular Phone / Cult TV (rofl, sheesh) (X-Files - heathabear)
8. Man Pretending To Be Gay / Based On British TV Series / Number In Title (Three's Company - heathabear)
9. Evolution / Tournament / Ball (Pokemon - chicobo329)
10. Bear / Based on Toy / Good Vs. Evil (poor selection of keywords again) (Care Bears - scribbleschan)

Good luck, y'all.

I find it amazing how frickin' uninspired and unmotivated I've been as of late.  It's like almost all of my passion is gone.  Sometimes I wonder if I've somehow trained myself to give up before trying and without my knowledge.  I want to try, but I really. Frickin'. CAN'T. get myself to do what I want to/need to do.

I'm talking about my Psych classes.  I find them interesting, but I really just ... somehow don't care.  I want to care, very much so, but FARK.  STUDY. DO HOMEWORK. DO ANYTHING.  Why the hell can't I motivate myself?

Sometimes I wonder, but then I stop and think of what I really want, deep down.  I really want to be in art college perfecting my skills and learning to become a traditional animator.  That's what I really, really want.  I've wanted it since elementary school.  I guess with Mom giving me a hard time about finances, the idea of getting a student loan is becoming more and more likely.  I can't stand being in debt, which is why I avoided it in the first place.  But... I'm wondering if it's making me want to just go for broke and go to art college like I really want, and it's somehow affecting my performance in Psychology.

Psych is interesting, but I just have the instinct of an animator.  Bringing cartoon characters to life--ugh, so awesome.  I guess I joined Psych as a way to cheaply get my degree in a less artsy profession that could actually earn me decent money in the future.  But it's like... there's a reason why I didn't just become a Business major.  It's boring to me.  Psych is more interesting, but god, some of the stuff... BORING.  SO, SO BORING.  Stats... boring!  Research methods... boring!  Neuroscience... BORING.  I don't give a shit about this stuff.  I care about interpersonal and intrapersonal innerworkings.  What's fun about artwork is that you can express what you see in that sort of stuff while utilizing it as a creative outlet.


I'm pretty much angsting because I had a test today, and I tried to get myself to study for it, but damn.  I really wish I knew what was wrong.  The above paragraphs are all speculation, really.  I really don't want to flunk. I want to do well!  And I have the motivation to an extent, but... I just lack will power or something.  Another reason why I think art college would work well for me.  Drawing doesn't take will power.  Heck, I draw when I'm supposed to be studying.

Goddang Psych, I mean, SHEESH.  "What symbol do we use to calculate blah blah blah in a blah test?"  WHO CARES? It's all written down for us anyway!  Why do we have to memorize all that shit?  Why do we have to memorize ONE STINKIN' SENTENCE in a book out of... god.... 5 chapters, which are about 30 pages each... you do the math!  That's such bull!  If I did get a job in psych (social worker, woot), I'm not going to have to constantly go back to THIS ONE STINKIN' BOOK to quote ONE GENERIC SENTENCE for any given situation!

Teach me how to draw perspective... heh... that's something I can use.

May it be known that Mike and I drove up to Irvine Tuesday night, slept in, then made the rest of the trip to Six Flags on Wednesday.  Had FUN, though it should be noted that Deja-Vu was closed AGAIN, Superman broke down AGAIN, and Tatsu KICKS ASS.  If you live in So. Cal. and like roller coasters, Tatsu is the shiznit. Go ride it.

Oh, and they had a carnival booth or two up and about that had Sonic plushies.  I spazzed.  Mike was embarrassed to be with me.  He cursed the fates that he came with me, lol.  Nah, I kid.  I was going bonkers, though.  So he tried to win one for me.  Well, we tried, but didn't win anything, so we thought we'd pareuse the stores.  Frick, they had SPONGEBOB stuff, but not Sonic? WTF? But among their endless supply of Looney Tunes and DC Comics merchandise, there was this holy temple display of cool Nintendo/Simpsons/Family Guy merchandise.  Alas, no Sonic, but still, NINTENDO. SWEET.

They had this bright green Link shirt, and Mike loooooooooves likes LoZ, so I paid for half of it for him.  Now he has his very first FLUORESCENT BRIGHT ZOMG MY EYES green-colored shirt.  Yay!  And it's unique, too. I haven't seen a shirt like that before or since, but then again, it's only been a few days.

Soooo... we walked the park some more, failed to find any Sonic stuff for sale.  I was sad. Mike felt bad for me.  So, while we were hopping from ride to ride, we circled the park and came back to the first carnival booth, and Mike won me ... heeee... not just a prize, but a MEDIUM SIZED prize, which is actually pretty damn big, and considering the type of carnival game, pretty miraculous.  I got a stuffed Knuckles and it's HUGE! :D  But I wanted a stuffed Tails (all they had was Tails for a small prize), so we took another shot, and I got one of those, too!! HOLY SHIT.

Then Steph lived happily ever after.



We were going to bring a camera and take more pictures of the two of us together, but both Mike and I forgot our cameras.  Oh well... some other time.

Below: No brag, just SQUEE!


Knux sez: CLEAN YO' COUCH, BITCH.

( more behind cut )

Oh, and back to LoZ... for the past few weekends and majority of this week (Spring break), Mike and I have been reliving our childhood through NES games.  So far we've played Mario 1, Mario 3, TMNT: The Arcade Game, and... uh... oh yeah, Mega Man 3 all the way through.  We're currently in the process of beating Legend of Zelda, which I've never played, and plan on playing Mega Man 2, LoZ: Link to the Past, and SMB 2 pretty soon.  I never thought such primative graphics could entertain me so much!  ........ Well, yes I did, because they used to and still do... but still!  NES graphics engine FTW.

I went and saw TMNT with Mike last night.  I'd love to say that I really enjoyed it, but I didn't--not because the company was bad (my company, anyway), but because of these key factors:


- kids. So many DAMN kids screaming (kinda) and chattering and stating the obvious and ARGH, SHUT UP.  Next time, I'm going after 10pm so I don't have to put up with that bull.  Can't stand kids, really.

- Don got the shaft big time as far as character development and screentime go. I love Don. :(

- April = IMVU avatar.

- April/Casey ...... dun buy it. The script gave me no reason to believe they were really together except for them saying so (i.e. if someone was watching the movie in a foreign language, the only sign you'd get that they were an item is at the end of the movie, and even THAT felt contrived.)

- April ...... a ninja, and a BETTER ninja than ALL those foot soldiers? Gimme a frickin' break.  But I haven't really read the comics (I have one out of, what, 100s?), so maybe she DOES become a psycho good ninja.  I don't believe it, though.

- Michaelangelo's only purpose, pretty much, was comic relief.  Come on... he's more than that, and he's NOT as stupid as they played him.  At least in the first movie, he had enough character to shed a tear for Splinter.  And his jokes were actually FUNNY.

- Um... monsters? WHERE did all the monsters come from, WHY were they suddenly all in NYC, and HOW COME they were only NOW wreaking havoc and not, say, for the past few millenia?  Did I miss it, or did they just not touch on those topics at all?  Oh, and how does gathering monsters = closing dimentional portal?

- Winters = Mr. Incredible. I SWEAR, if you go see the movie, LOOK.

What really gets me is that they gave Raph and Leo SO much screentime and Mike and Don SO LITTLE.  Aren't they a team? Am I mistaken in thinking they're all equals, save Leo being the leader?  Am I wrong to think they all have something to contribute to the team?

Oh, and the whole thing seemed rushed. Proof-reading is your friend, kids.  And... reusing old lines from previous movies? Good idea, poorly executed, IMO.  "And I thought insurance salesmen were pushy." > "And I thought girl scouts were pushy."  I have never known ANY girl scouts that were pushy.  It would've been better had the line been left in tact.  At least they'd be reusing a line I actually LIKED.  But then again, they weren't exactly writing the film for me, so...

The "high sticking" comment? Applicable in the context used in the first movie. SOUNDS STUPID in the context it was used in in this movie.


Overall, disappointment.  I think I would've liked it better under different circumstances, though.  I'm considering going to see it again, and WITHOUT the obnoxious kids this time.  They had me so strung out that I was just miffed about everything.

Oh, the animation was good.  Good lighting, good texturing, fluid movements, only a few lipsynching issues.



EDIT: WTF?? Why were nunchucks not allowed on television in the UK in the 90s?? That sounds absolutely rediculous to me.

EDIT #2: WTF!!! Ninjas are taboo in the UK? Why??

Yay, I just got a letter from CSUSM saying I'm kicked out if I don't improve my GPA. :D





:D





:D *thumbs up*











FLYING FUCK!!!!!

Whoa Nelly, I just had the craziest dream evar.

I dreamt I was in New York, and there was a cable car transport whose cable was so old that it was starting to sag a bit... and when a car went by, it ran into a crane, which tipped over and caused this big domino effect where the car crashed, buildings fell on top of each other, and general havoc ensued.

I witnessed the first occurance, but then it just kept happening over and over again.  I musta been lucid dreaming because I decided I wanted to fly, so I flew up to the crane to try to prevent it from happening again, but I was always too slow.  After a few tries, I decided flapping my arms to fly was too tiring, so now I'd just float.

After deciding the time loop I was stuck in left me too little time to prevent it from happening, I instead went and tried to save my loved ones in the buildings that toppled.  We were too slow and stuff eventually fell on us, but such that we'd avoid getting smushed by holes in the ceiling landing on us instead of the actual concrete ceiling, if that makes any sense.

Then my dream shifted and some people and I were stuck on an elevator in a really tall building, going from random floor number to random floor number, probably running from something, I dunno.

Theeeeen I dreamt I was attending some class near San Pasqual High School, which is the high school I always seem to dream about, not my own or the other in our city.  I remember parking my car, and upon arriving at the study group, discovering that they were handing out prizes for people for attending.  I was like... woo, big woop.  One of the boxes contained a 6-piece set of bras, rofl, in rainbow colors.  But then the last box they handed out contained a bunch of Sonic stuff, like a calendar and Sonic aprin (wtf) and games.

I was lucky enough to get the Sonic one, so I was thrilled, rofl.  There was another guy in the room who was also a Sonic fan and got all excited, too.  After I got bored, I decided to take off, and that guy followed me.  He was like, "You like Sonic, too?" and gave me a kiss.  It was... freaky, lol.  There were two trading cards in the box, so I gave him one to be nice.

Then, at my car, I got recruited to help build a house across the street.  I was like... uhhh, how the heck am I supposed to know what to do?  But all the other volunteers seemed to know, most of whom were college girls, lol, so I just went along with it all.  We built that thing hella fast.  It looked like something outta Trading Spaces, but it had 6 stories and a ton of rooms and bathrooms.

The end.

Dreams are frickin' weird. Dude, I need a dream icon.  ROFL, hell, I'll just use one I never use.

I need to talk to somebody about a really touchy subject............


anyone available?



EDIT: Omg, Scribs is a lifesaver. <3 <3 <3 <3

Stolen from everybody.

Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favorite icon of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favorite icon. (If you want)

And this icon always makes me laugh.

Best. Comic. Ever. XD

I'ma write stuff. Tis kinda what happens after what happens in this pic.

~~~~~~
Corinne sat huddled in the corner of her damp, murky cell. Part of her was afraid for her life. Who were these people? Why did they attack our village? What do they want from us? What are they capable of?

The other half struggled to convince herself that had they planned anything horrific for her, they would have done it already. It had been a week since they brought her in, and the only visitors she got were the guards and the bat who captured her.

She ran her fingers through her fur. It felt dry and hard to her touch. The diet of bread and water was already taking its toll on her. Her stomach ached from malnutrition and her muscles throbbed from lack of exercise. The dullness of her living quarters were beginning to drive her crazy.

She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head against them. What she would give to see her friends right now. Lance, Milo, Sri, anyone. Even Phineas, who never failed to irritate her. She thought of the good times they'd had together: forming the community with Milo and Lance, playing games on sunny afternoons, exploring the forest near the village... Then it hit her that she might not ever experience such things again. A wave of fear and dispair rushed over her. She now, more than ever, was hoping she'd come out of this alive.

Her contemplations were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. Someone was coming to see her. Was it the guard who brought her her food, who always uttered a spiteful remark as he passed? Was it the other guard who threw stones at her through the bars? (She rubbed the shoulder a rock had grazed over. It'd stopped bleeding, but it still ached a little.) Or was it...

"Hello again, heathen."

It was. It was the mauve-colored bat who'd cornered her in the forest. Of the three visitors she ever got, he was the one she'd most want to see, even if it was only because he displayed the least amount of spite for her.

He sat on the bench opposite her cell and stared in at her. His glare was cold and hostile. She shifted her posture in discomfort.

"What is it you want?"

He rested his head on his palm.

"I want to know what motivates the cruelty of your kind, pagan."

She stared at him, baffled.

"What? What do you mean?"

He scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me. It doesn't suit you." He paused a moment, continuing on when her puzzled expression failed to dispurse. "You and your kind. Your village. Your horde. Do you get some sort of kick out of it? Does it boost your pathetic egos to some sort of demented apex?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words to say. She rubbed her eye with her fist and looked back at him, frowning in confusion. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about. What is it you think we do?"

"You liar! Don't pretend you aren't aware of the havoc you've caused!!" He pounded his fist into the bench. The echo of his voice filled the hallway numerous times. "Don't pretend you know nothing of what you've done to my kind! What you've done to my family! What you've done to ME!! Such actions are completely inexcusable!! You deserve every act of vengeance we commit upon you!!! Every..!!!"

He turned his head a moment. She could see the pain in his eyes he was trying to hide. His words were still making no sense to her. She felt the anger of frustration slowly die within her, the feeling being replaced by a form of empathy. But wait, why was she feeling empathetic towards her enemy, her captor? She couldn't understand why. Why...

She stood up and sat on the bench they'd claimed was her bed. Through the bars she exchanged his gaze. They sat and stared at each other for several moments-- moments she swore lasted an hour each.

"Listen, okay? Just slow down, now. I don't know what you're talking about," she said seriously. "Tell me. Tell me what happened. What happened to you and your family?"

He hesitated a moment, apparently considering whether he delve out such personal information to one he considered the root of all evil. He looked at the ground, closed his eyes in contemplation, and looked back up at her. She folded her hands into her lap and listened intently.

---

Okay, it's taken me an hour to write this, and I'm getting kinda worn out. LoL, I have more to add, if anybody cares, but I gotta take a break first.

This is probably the first serious bit of fanfiction I've written in five years. I'm expecting myself to suck. I find that when I write, my conversations between characters are abnormally short. I have hard times writing monologues. Maybe it's cuz I lack any real social skills. :P Whatever. I had fun writing this.