*flying glomp* Pooter-san! I return to you!

So Pooter-san is still broken, but the parts to fix him should be here soon and I was dying without my links and mp3s and such so I stopped avoiding him. See, he’s still a little usuable, but I worry. So I was trying to be nice and not use him, but Dad refused to let me use his laptop today (okay, so I didn’t technically ask, I just dropped heavily laden hints) so I’m using Pooter-san.

Why am I so desperate for Internet, you ask? Because I’m trying to distract myself from X. See, I finally managed to mail out the check (thanks to Steph for paying for it and Neechan for actually buying it, seeing as I had become chibi-Tsuzuki and was happily clutching a carton of blackberries) and I have no idea whether or not they have those volumes in stock, and Neechan got her order in just two or three days (gasp! I didn’t know they could ship anything in less than two months!) so I’m being all hopeful and I want it NOW damnit! *ahem* So that’s why I’m distracting myself.

X X X X X X X X loverly X… Hee. That is such a neat name.

So. Yeah. Comment responses:
Nat: Ooh, long comment! You should read the back entries. I explained why you’re Subaru. I’m glad you bought the book, and even gladder that you’re feeling better. Hope it keeps up. (Maybe you have bipolar! Whee!) I know what it’s like to write off depression. I wrote a Vincent story once to fight off the urge to kill myself. As you can see, it worked. (Although I could write a much better Vinnie now that I can psychoanalyze him.) *huggle* Real life is something one small section of my brain deals with. I figured out that I’m escapist, so I set my brain up so that I can escape but still function. It’s reflex, now. Quite handy. I can be in my own happy world and completely ignore the idiocy around me. (excluding everyone that reads this blog, because I love you all.) Wai! CDs! CDs! Lurveth! *glomple* I like techno-classical, the above without the hyphen, MUSICAL rock (not that tuneless screaming, please), Jpop but not American pop, nothing resmbling Boys 2 Men (I found some Japanese group that sounds just like them. *shudder*), pretty things (like In Dreams from LotR), Initial D style music… Hmm. And Sephiroth. Anything relating to Sephiroth. I can even deal with religious music. (And last in this response, sorry about changing your comment. I get antsy when that name appears in my blog. No offense meant.)

Chibi Baka: Ha! He will so kick your ass. No question about it. You see how many times you fight him? You see how often he kicks your ass? Yeah, that’s what I thought. XD

I feel like showing ya’ll some funny quotes. But instead, I’ll show you the beginnings of the X parody which has been in much demand for some obscure reason. I think it’s because I’m casting people as the characters. Don’t make assumptions, though: the casting only means that the character’s personality will be influenced by the personality of the person cast as them. It isn’t my interpertation of you. Or your mom. Right. Click on the link at the end for the X stuff.

“Not that my advice is usually that good, since I usually get my advice from Magic Eight Balls and stuffed animals, but this advice seems good.”

“Heero’s Gundam is falling apart! Ahhh! Receipt, receipt, where’s the receipt? Receipt, receipt, receipt, receipt!? Without a receipt, the Gundam will rust and we cannot return it!! ~flops around and falls out a window~”

“~falls into a Square Hole~ Help! I’m being sucked into the video game! I can’t get out! HELP ME!!! ~disappears~”

“A little boy with a plastic Masamune and a Sephiroth costume 3 sizes too big,
trying to be bad but really just a sweetie.”

And guess who said all of the above quotes? (I couldn’t bring myself to include the one about dancing midgets.)
(more…)

For some reason, I’m suddenly disoriented. My time sense (which can usually follow time of day and day of the week, at least) is gone. Totally gone. I look at the clock and go, “Hey, it’s a time.” Blerg. At least I can breathe again.

Will be going someplace with Neechan and Steph-san. No idea where. I’m sure I had an idea before, but I forgot. Hmph.

Finished all the YnM fics at fatalistic.net. It left off at a cliffhanger of sorts, but I’m convinced Hisoka is just experiencing the fifth level of Hell, not the actual rock bottom like he thinks he is. Which explains why Tsuzuki is evil, and why Muraki ran off and left him alone. I don’t think Muraki is actually so foolish as to go on his own in the fourth level of Hell, you see. So my suspicion is that Hisoka is hallucinating. Again. Yes, it’s complicated.

Off I go, with happy thoughts of demonic entities. ^.^

You are so not going to kick his ass, Chibi-kun! He gets tougher the more you hurt him, and if you can barely hit him now, just wait until he zooms around and KICKS YO MAMA’S ASS!! Whoo-tah!

*giggle* I love Sephiroth. I had a dream about him last night. No, not like that, you perverts. I basically dreamt a post-game fic which tied into the Bishink timeline. See, it had to do with Jenova cells and the Reunion and the Trail of Blood and the Turks and… Okay, so it makes no sense when I try to explain it this way, but it was really intricate. Booyaka.

My other dream last night (technically this morning, as it took place between 6:30 and 9:00 am) was really weird. It had a government conspiracy and everything. And then there were these weird kids, and then these other weird kids, and the second bunch was trying to expose what had happened to the first bunch, but the government shot them, and then this general guy showed up and yelled at people for creating martyrs… And then I woke up, cuz dreaming conspiracies that convoluted is not normal for me.

I’m still a little sick, I think, but it comes without the usual blerg feeling, so I care not. I think I had a slight fever the first day it hit hard. Didn’t care. I seem to be oblivious to the needs of my body lately. ^^;; Weird.

So. What else to talk about? I’ve been reading Yami no Matsuei fics as part of my effort to comb through fatalistic.net. I’m still not sure if I got everything in Technomancy. ^^;; I love big sites with lots of good fanfiction. Tsuzuki is so cute! Wai! Hee, and then Muraki was all evil…

Ah yes, that reminds me. Yanno my X parody I’ve yet to work on? Somehow I’m going to work the Big Gay Evil into that. (And don’t object to me calling Fuuma that. You know he is.) I mean, not as a character, since that’s a given, but the title. Who would call him that? Maybe Subaru when he’s high. XD I still can’t believe Subaru smokes weed in this story. “Ever been to the Rainbow Bridge? Very pretty. Lots of colors.”

The other day, on a whim, I was trying to figure out what the repercussions of Fuuma being crippled would be. Thus came the mental image of Fuuma rushing at Kamui with the sword in hand… in a wheelchair. But see, he has the sword in one hand, so it’s kinda hard to get the wheelchair to go straight, so he ends up going in circles. Waving the sword. (Padfoot, I will never forgive you for giving that image.) I have great respect for people in wheelchairs. I would never be able to use one without falling down a flight of stairs or two.

*gets distracted by the YnM story* Hee, Muraki got his ass kicked! Umm, I should call Steph-san now. …But Hisoka kicked Muraki’s ass! Right, calling.

I never hated Kingdom Hearts, mind you. I just hate the idea of Lance Bass cast as Sephiroth. I think the game is almost painfully cute, I adore the character designs, I worship Could’s redesign (he’s not Cloud, he’s Cloud and Vincent’s bastard son!), and I am amused by the keyblade designs. I am peeved that Aeris is in the game, but I’m not so stupid as to let that make me hate the game. Sephiroth looks just as sexy as always, and from what I read about him in the guide book, he is one ass-kicking bastard. Exactly as he should have been in FFVII. He’s so bad they had to make him optional. Whoo-tah!

So in the Art of War, there’s this story about Cao Cao. He had ordered his troops to avoid harming standing grain, and then carelessly let his own horse trample some while it was grazing. He was horrified and ordered himself beheaded. His advisors and such were not happy about this, to say the least, and convinced him to stay alive. Instead of cutting off his head, he cut off his own hair. He was such an awesome dude.

Neechan’s finally letting me watch the X OVAs, Dad is fixing Pooter-san, and I will probably visit Steph-san either today or tomorrow. AND I’m reading a delightfully angsty Yami no Matsuei fic that has a lot of Muraki-ness. Mwa ha ha. I blame all this goodness on the Art of War. I should read it more often, if this much goodness comes of it. Chinese military strategy, go!

I wish I could share a blog with someone. That would be so fun. It would be even cooler if it were a role-playing blog. I would want to be Rufus so I could threaten to fire people and write rants about Heidegger. Mwa ha ha.

This afternoon I went with Steph-san to the bookstore and helped her pick out books. Well, maybe I didn’t help so much as just stay out of her way… Ya’ll shoulda seen her spazz over the book of seven Chinese military thingys. I bet she’ll have fun in DWTactics after reading those. ^.^

Anyway, once I got home I decided to find my copy of the Art of War and amuse myself by going through it and reading all of Cao Cao’s comments, since I can actually recognise the old romanization of his name. (Yes, those old Chinese names have many different spellings when they get written in English. Dreadful, isn’t it?) So I scanned it for Ts’ao Ts’ao’s name, and kept an eye out for Chu-ko Liang (Zhuge Liang, in Dynasty Warriors terms) while I was at it. No Zhuge Liang, but Cao Cao has more commentary than I thought he did. The translation of the books itself pisses me off, though, because it’s inconsistent. One sentence the kingdom is Wu, the next sentence it’s Tzu. Make up your mind, Samuel Griffith. Blerg.

So. I’m reading up on military strategy from ancient China so that I can excell in one of my classes. Life is sweet. I have swordage. All is well with the world (except for Kingdom Heart’s voice acting). Lurve to all.

I’m not hopped up on allergy meds today, seeing as they weren’t doing anything and I’m convinced that I’m actually sick. Doesn’t happen often, thank goodness, but I expect to be fairly miserable for the next two days or so. But I’m gonna have fun while I’m sick, because Neechan bought lots of stuff. Whee!

Today I saw the endochrinologist. Or however you spell that. Basically, he deals with horomones and stuff like that. I was poked and prodded and made to wear a hospital gown (I couldn’t figure out how to get it on) and now I’m scheduled for four tests. One is TWO MORE 24-hour pee samples. Remember that? Now you get to hear about two of them. Have fun. Another involves taking blood and drinking orange stuff, yet another involves taking blood and getting a shot, and the last one is an ultrasound. I intend to be extremely amused by all of these except the ultrasound. I’m afraid of the ultrasound. >.< It’s because of all those Animal Planet shows I watch, I swear. That goo looks cold.

So anyway. Responding to comments!
Steph-san: I’ll call you later today or tomorrow. I don’t want to get you sick, though… Sakuya-pooter is cast as Beast. I thought it was frighteningly appropriate. XD
Nat: Hrm. As I understand it, Subaru is one messed up kitty. Let me insert a spoiler warning here, just in case I let something slip.

SPOILER WARNING!!!
The rest of the entry is about X and Tokyo Babylon. Read no further if you don’t want to be spoiled.

Alrighty. Subaru was emotionally scarred by Seishirou when he was about our age. Seishirou showed every sign of caring about him, then turned back into his usual cheerful self and killed Hokuto. For nine years, Subaru looked for Seishirou to exact vengeance, but when he finally met Sei-chan, what did he do? Light Seishirou’s cigarette for him. Seishirou then scolded him for smoking, cuz it’s a bad habit, and then they tried to kill each other.

Seishirou’s death. Hokuto had cast a spell on Seishirou; if Sei-chan were to try to kill Subaru the same way he killed Hokuto, it would twist around and kill Seishirou. Nevermind that he has a bajillion other ways to kill, that’s Sei-chan’s psyche and not Subaru’s. To make a long story short, Seishirou attempted to kill Subaru in that same manner. The spell did its job, and Seishirou ended up with Subaru’s hand through his chest. Subaru then broke down almost completely, and soon after disappeared from the story.

Analysis: He is trying to get rid of that which hurt him, but he gains some kind of benefit from it (in this case, he’s able to be near the one he loves) and thus is reluctant to get rid of it. He knows that he should get rid of Seishirou because Seishirou hurts him, but he can’t bring himself to hurt the one he loves. This parallels you because intellectually you know that you should stop hurting yourself, but you find that you can’t stop yourself. You’re drawn to that which hurts you. See? I could write a book about you.

There. A brief description of why you are like Subaru, presented logically and with reasons. I’m rather proud of it, if I do say so myself. I like logic.

I finished my paper in Civ class, so I get to play with the pooter. I love this class. We’re gonna learn how to play Civilization II tomorrow, and we’ve already written a bunch of papers. Sorry for not responding to comments in my last entry. I was going to, but somehow I forgot. I’ll do that tonight. Including why you’re like Subaru, Nat. Expect lots of psychoanalysis you might not be ready for.

Class is almost over, so I should go. Ja, minna! I’ll post again later.

Getting back on track, now. All ye who abandoned me when I went silent, you can come back now. ^^;;

So. Today I’m drugged up with antihistamines. Don’t expect coherency, as my brain and fingers don’t seem to want to connect to each other. I’m typing veeeeeerry slooooooooooooooowly. *sniffle* Stupid nose.

To balance out yesterday’s skirt, today I wear a tie. I feel like Sei-chan, vaguely. I like how it looks. I’ve never had a tie before.

Speaking of which, I can’t afford ties for the team. They’re $7 apiece. Ouch. I got myself one because I’m evil like that, but no freebies for ya’ll.

Speaking of my friends, you know how we assign HP names to each other? Like Dumbledore, Padfoot, James Potter (me!), etc.? Well, after passing around Ficbusters, it has been decided that the rule by which all people must be assigned a character of the opposite gender will be bent. Chibi-kun is now one of the Weasley twins. I think Fred. I could be wrong. Congratulations!

And to anyone annoyed by Chibi-kun getting a character of the same gender, you must not have met Chibi-kun. He’s perfect for the part.

Ooh, shiny thing. *wanders off*

Finally got ahold of the blog login URL. I’m using Dad’s laptop, since Pooter-san needs a new fan. Or something.

So! I’m back. Expect somewhat regular updates. News so far: I ordered vol. 11-18 of X, tomorrow is the Music Department’s Volleyball Night and my team is called the Marauders (tonight I’m gonna try to buy cheap ties so we can be all Hogwarts-y), milk makes me crazy, it took me four days to read a 39-chapter fic on fatalistic.net, that fic (Atropos) was so good I cried twice, I love Kakyo, and gummi moogles taste yummy.

I wore my gaming skirt to school today. My friends were convinced the world was going to end immediately. Maybe I should have worn makeup and done up my hair, too. Heh heh.

So. That’s the news. I don’t have much else to say… I might finally get around to that update I’ve been promising for months. Oh! I remember! I’m working on an X parody that is just… weird. It’s vaguely self-insert, seeing as I based the parody personalities off of a mixture of the character and the friend I cast as that character. Geo is cast as Seishirou, for example, which leads to Seishirou saying thngs like “boom-shiggity.” He’ll probably also complain about not having a cool sword. XD The rest of the cast will remain a mystery for now, mostly because I can’t remember them all. I ran out of friends, though, so I started inserting their characters. Sakuya-pooter, Cow, Segakitty, Tomena, Reb, Valkyrie, and Zack are all in there. (Yes, Steph, your computer is in my story.) It promises to be very amusing. It’s been a while since I’ve done a comedic piece, but this… Whee. I already have the plot summary, which is much shorter than the actual story, and I can’t remember about half of it so I made those parts up. Heh heh.

I would feed you some of what I have written so far, but Dad’s laptop has no floppy drive. Le sigh. I can tell you that Fuuma has an ice cream fetish, though, and that Subaru smokes weed. (Subaru on the Rainbow Bridge: “Hush. You’ll scare away the pretty colors.”)

Pooter-san broke. He loves me, though, so he’s being nice to me today. We haven’t been able to use him for DAYS. I feel deprived. ;_;

On the other hand, a random Sephiroth fan posted a comment on an entry from July, so I am very glad that I get comments emailed to me. I would never have noticed otherwise. Apparently I helped this person find a Sephy plushie. I so happy! I love helping people, and I love random comments on my blog. *hugs random Sephy fangirl* Thank you for commenting! I’m so happy now.

On a different note, the people responsible for Sephiroth’s voice casting will die. I will buy Kingdom Hearts, play it through (hope my family gets earplugs, cuz I’ll be wailing a lot) and then burn it. Then I will destroy the people responsible, and then I will destroy the world. Steph thinks I’m taking it rather well. ^.^

Dad got home from his business trip, so of course everything that had broken as soon as he walked out the door is magically fixed. -_-;; Figures. They like him better than me…

I want manga. But Steph-san showed me so much Dynasty Warriors stuff that what I want to do right now is read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. And work on my Subaru wallpaper. And buy manga. But I must wait several weeks before I get to buy any manga, because my current hope for getting to a manga store is Neechan, and she’s gonna wait until she has enough money to go on a real manga spree. Blargibibble. I want manga NOW. *throws a hissy fit* Yes, I’m a spoiled brat! So what?

Pooter-san is being so nice to me! I really want to go work on my collage, but I should let him rest some more. Poor Pooter-san. See, it seems that his fan is broken. This isn’t the first time it’s acted up, either; a little bit ago it did the same thing, but only for a day. Weird.

So that’s where I’ve been. I haven’t been ignoring anyone, I’m not mad at anyone, and I’m not dead. ^^;; Just in severe pooter withdrawl. Gah… Need more time on pooter…