Damn it. I just finished watching Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann (what a mouthful. It shall henceforth be known as TTGL.)episode 8, and I cried. I KNEW it was coming.I had read about it on wikipedia by accident. I even sat there and thought to myself 'I'm so gonna cry during that episode' in hopes that that knowledge would keep me from actually doing it. It didn't. I mean, it wasn't full-out, hysterical sobbing or anything like that, but still. It's been a long time since an anime made me cry. I think the last time it happened was during an epipsode of Naruto actually, in the episode where Haku dies (okay, so I lied about the spoilers, but that doesn't count!). Gad. Okay, back to watching.

Attempting something new here. I've never actually done this before (I'm only familiar with the most basic functions of the internet at this point) so bear with me. 

I thought the animation on this video was cute, but the song is kind of annoying.

Edit: It worked. Yay me. Now I can actually claim to be vaguely computer literate.
 

Sometimes I think I'm too compassionate, and too easily offended.  I asked my mom to take the covering off of the light down here to let the bee or wasp or overlage fly or whatever this thing is out. My excuse was that the noise was annoying. The truth of the matter is that I feel like such a horrible person letting it die when I know for a fact that I could save it. (I am gonna be so horrible when people die. I can almost smell the survivor's guilt). Mom's response was to be patient and that it WOULD DIE SOON. Like that was something to CELEBRATE.I know it's just a dumb wasp and that it would be stupid to let it out in the house, but still. It pisses me off, and now I'm stuck down here with them while she and Daddy watch American Idol. This is just brilliant.

So, I just went back and watched Band of Princes, this extra for Prince of Tennis, again on a whim, and I'm trying to figure out some things. There's actually quite a list, so be prepared. Okay, a) what the hell did they do to Kaidoh's voice, b) what on earth posessed them to sing a song like 54 Rock, c) DOES MOMO HAVE NO FASHION SENSE?, d) why do they need two people on drums, e) what is that thing Sengoku's playing, f) why is Gakuto wearing a kilt, g) how are Oshitari's fingers moving so fast, and h) just how long can this list go on? I'm incredibly picky, as you can see. But, really, that was just eh, leaning twords terrible. Particularly the vocals in 54 Rock. The music itself was okay, but really...just...ugh. And the thing is, most of the singles and CDs they've put out have been okay, even pretty good. Maybe those were done by professionals...?
Anyhoo, that rant's over, but my back reeeeaally hurts so I'll whine about that, since I'm not willing to do it out loud. I've already had Mom rub it once, so I'll feel bad asking her to do it again. I think I'm gonna go take a nice, hot bath, and see if that helps at all.

Okay, I was going to have this nice, cheerful post about finally getting together with Maggie, but my dad just pissed me off beyond belief.  He walks by as I'm sitting here getting ready to start typing this (they're in my basement again), sees the two gatorade bottles Maggie had left sitting there that I hadn't taken up yet, and has the nerve to say that I, who has not had a second Gatorade at night since they told us to stop, had to stop drinking two at night. That was just like, what the hell? Hasn't he been paying attention at all? And even if he hasn't (which is irritating in itself), he could at least not just assume things that have no factual basis whatsoever. And I don't know, maybe hormones are just getting to me and I'm overreacting, but that just made me so damn mad. Just, GAR. Ugh. I can't post anything decent right now. Maybe tomorrow.

Hideously so. Is anyone even reading this? I leave it open to the public for a reason, dammit! And yes, I am aware that I am brand new here, and have approximately one friend, but I'm tired and in a bad mood for no real reason outside of hormones, so leave me alone. No, wait, don't. I want friends. God, is that pathetic or what? I'm whining to a journal that I want friends, and nobody's even reading this. On a slightly less whiny note, I may be getting a guinea pig soon, and if I do it will be the first pet I've had since my last gerbil died a couple of years ago, (not counting the lizard that I accidentally killed through neglect. BUT! I have resolved not to let that happen if I get this guinea pig.) I might not though, if my mom turns out to be allergic to them, which I hope to whatever forces are out there she is not, because I really need this right now. Like, desperatly. I'm just realizing it now, but I do need this, because the internet has become my life since I started homeschooling, and that needs to change. I've been reading more recently, and found an intrest in the nervous system and Ancient Greece and Rome, which is helping some, but this is the fourth day in a row I'm posting on here, which, despite this being a succesful journal, is very worrying to me. It's late and I have to head up or my brother will get impatient, and I really don't want to deal with that right now.

So, yeah. About that. See, what happened was that I had logged out by accident at one point, but it was on a different tab than the one I was posting on. So, I went to save only to realize that I had logged out, and I lost the entire damned post except for the bit you can see. And I had a really good rant about not having contact with my friends going, too...So anyway, I logged back in, typed the 'more later' thing, and then had to go to bed, because my mom isn't as strict as my dad about bed time, especially when she saw that I was on here, which is my first successful attempt at journal keeping, but I was like ten minutes late, which is pushing it, even for Mama. So I ended up going to bed really disappointed and aggravated, and that was just not fun. And I'm skipping art class, which I really shouldn't be doing, because my teacher was sick last week, so class was canceled, and thus this is the second week in a row that I'm not going to art class, and it makes me feel kind of guilty and disapointed with myself, even though I REALLY didn't want to go when I woke up, but the class is already over by now, and even if it wasn't, it would be way to late to go now, since it's like forty minutes away. Hugs?

P.S. Does anyone know how to fix the posting thing? The text is all big and weird, and the only options it's giving me are 'disable auto-formatting', 'insert image', and 'embed media'. Is it something I did, or is it a live journal thing?
 
*Edit: Never mind, I fixed it! Yay me. No, I am not actually happy. I'm celebrating my ability to do something right, but not happy. The request for hugs is still there.

Woah. I'm really  dizzy right now. *goes to watch Becoming Jane with her mom* *comes back 2 hours later* So, still dizzy, slightly exhausted, more later.

Some things make me happy. I'm happy right now. I'm not exactly sure what it is that's making me happy at the moment, but I am happy so that's okay. I love you, even if you're not reading this, world.

On a slightly different note, this is a rather odd song to be happy to, isn't it? But that's okay. Actually, everything that exists inside my bubble at the moment is okay. 


Yay.

I really do. We went out to dinner tonight with my aunt and 6-year-old cousin Rachel. Rachel ended up sitting between me and Quinn, and Aunt Chrysa was next to Daddy, who was next to Mama. And the whole time, Rachel was fooling around with Quinn, he was tickling her, she was squealing, giggling, on my lap, clinging to me, and her mother was just sitting there, occasionally telling her to eat, or when they got too rowdy and intruded on the adult's conversation, to be careful not to knock the drinks over. And normally, I would be just fine with that, but we were in public. I mean, the restaurant wasn't exactly crowded, but Rachel is by no means a quiet child, and she does not sit still well, so constantly, I was 'Rachel, sit up', 'Rachel, eat', 'Rachel, take a drink before you choke', 'Rachel, keep it down', and, to put the icing on the cake, 'Quinn, be nice'. So not only was I dealing with one six-year-old, but two. And she kept talking in baby talk, and doing that annoying thing where kids pretend it's an accident, and then keep doing it, just because people think it's cute, and laugh, and give them attention. And I know they're kids, and I know they don't know any better, and I know I probably did the exact same thing, but that doesn't stop it from being irritating. And I don't mean to make it sound like it was the worst night of my life, and I just hated it, and nothing went right, because none of that's true, but between the fact that I've been getting dizzy and light-headed and headache-y on a fairly regular basis recently, and that I'm extremely tired because I haven't been sleeping well, and because I had to continuously repeat myself, and can't that child just sit still for TWO seconds?! 
As you can probably tell, my patience is just about shot, and I would prefer to curl up on the sofa with my (latest) new book and ignore the world, but that's not happening because my parents want me to watch American Idol with them. Che.