End of a Decade (G)

In less than two hours, a large part of our lives is over.

If you believe in the 2012 destruction, then it's the mark of only two more years left.

However, I just wanted to take the time to say, thank you to everyone.

Thank you to my close friends who are there for me whether I want you to be, or whether or not you know you're there.

Thank you to those of you who read my blog every now and again.

Thank you to my new friends (who, no doubt, are not reading this...) who are helping me get through the year.

And finally, thank God that the year's over.

This has been one hell of a year. I mean, we had so many celebrity deaths, about half of my friends no longer go to school with me, swine flu, Twilight becoming a commodity, my grandma's stroke, the end of my childhood, Monk ended.

But, above that, there were good things, I grew up, I got diamonds and Chanel, I started high school, I actually finished NaNoWriMo...

But, still, I wanted to tell you all: Happy New Year.

Shigure's Carma

P.S. I made a livejournal account, dunno how often I'll use it, but my name is OCFan666.

Because It Makes Me Happy (PG [unless you disagree])

I'm going to put some quotes from a very beautiful woman. I love her, she is my idol.

If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.

I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

I want to grow old without facelifts... I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I've made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know you.

If I'd observed all the rules, I'd never have gotten anywhere.

The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

It's better to be unhappy alone, than unhappy with someone - so far.

I don't know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot.

If I'm a star, then the people made me a star.

No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5 of course!

I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

The trouble with censors is that they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty cents.

The truth is I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't. When they found this out, they would blame me for disillusioning them and fooling them.

It's all make believe, isn't it?

A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.

I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

Men are so willing to respect anything that bores them.

It's not true I had nothing on. I had the radio on.

I've been on a calendar, but never on time.

I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me — and that I've made of myself — as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it.

Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?

Unfortunately, I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated. ... Goethe said, "Talent is developed in privacy," you know? And it's really true. ... Creativity has got to start with humanity and when you're a human being, you feel, you suffer. You're gay, you're sick, you're nervous or whatever.

Please don't make me a joke. End the interview with what I believe. I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one... I want to be an artist, an actress with integrity... If fame goes by, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experienced, but that's not where I live.

ay good-bye to Pat, say good-bye to Jack and say good-bye to yourself, because you're a nice guy.

An actress is not a machine, but they treat you like a machine. A money machine.

Why? — It paid the rent.

I restore myself when I'm alone. A career is born in public — talent in privacy.

That's the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. But if I'm going to be a symbol of something, I'd rather it be sex than some of the things we've got symbols of... I just hate to be a thing.

The studio people want me to do "Good-bye Charlie" for the movies, but I'm not going to do it. I don't like the idea of playing a man in a woman's body — you know? It just doesn't seem feminine.

First, I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm a person. Then maybe I'll convince myself that I'm an actress.

Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

My work is the only ground I've ever had to stand on. I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation — but I'm working on the foundation.

When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does. People you run into feel that, well, who does she think she is, Marilyn Monroe? They feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, of any kind of nature — and it won't hurt your feelings — like it's happening to your clothes not you. ((also quoted as: People feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, of any kind of nature — and it won't hurt your feelings — like it's happening to your clothing.))

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.

I've never dropped anyone I believed in.

The thing I want more than anything else? I want to have children. I used to feel for every child I had, I would adopt another.

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him.

I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.

Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one.

There was my name up in lights. I said, 'God, somebody's made a mistake.' But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, 'Remember, you're not a star.' Yet there it was up in lights.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

I think that's enough for now. All quotes were said by Marilyn Monroe. Goodbye, Norma Jean.

Shigure's Carma

Once Again

It seems that about once a year, I have a thing for certain stars. At the moment, I'm back with Norma Jean. She truly was a beautiful, poised woman. It truly was a tragedy when she left. It was over forty years ago. Forty-seven years and forty-six days since she was found.

She would have been 83 this year, but she was gone long before she could turn 40, let alone 83.

Goodbye Norma Jean, I hope you're happy wherever you are now, you certainly deserve it.

Happy Days, Honey,
Shigure's Carma

Is It Real? (G)

Okay, what the hell happened to summer vacation? I mean, seriously, WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?!?!? I want to have fun and sleep in till noon. I want to put a huge party together and eat twice my weight in birthday cake.

Quote for Rootbeer, Bubblegum, and Popcorn:

Today is my first day of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache. ...My first class is biology, I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering in the hall. It is 8 50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation.

Irony of it is, my first class IS biology.

I regret not posting more. I wish I had been home. I wish my birthday would be more fun. I wish that my birthday wasn't THIS Friday.

I hope you all have a good day in prison--purgatory--jail--SCHOOL, that's what it's call, school. I hope you don't get lost too much. I hope you don't have a teacher like Mr. Neck. I hope all of you going to Davis won't forget me.

Love you,
Shigure's suckish Carma

Relatives G

Alright, so this isn't in my 'Memories' series, but I thought I'd just talk about it because I can.

So, my family history on my mother's side disappears after a few generations. No names, no nothing. It's like we don't exist ((maybe we're just aliens from Saturn or something...)) but after that point, there are many possibilities as to our relatives.

You see, my grandmother's maiden name is Jackson. And there is a very high possibility that I am, in fact, related to Michael Jackson. Then, my mother's maiden name is Swift, and there is a slight chance that I am related to Taylor Swift ((though not as likely as Michael...)). And the other major one is Elvis Presley, apparently ((somewhere in the family tree)) we were Presleys but we can't find any documents on whether or not we actually ARE related to him. ((Of course, if we are, we could also be related to Oprah because Oprah may be related to Elvis...*shrugs*))

See, like I said earlier: we have no family history. It's all gone. Don't suggest one of those websites or genealogy places, they don't have anything. It's like we don't exist.

Well, that's about all.

Thank you for the music MJ,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Visits G

((Once again, continuation of my 'Memories' series))

When I was little, my grandparents lived 3 days away ((by car)) so we'd visit when we could. Now, there are several visits I remember, but I'll focus on ONE today.

I was really little and my grandpa decided to take us to visit Uncle...Henry...Harvey...Harold...it stated with an 'H'...anyways...so I went with him and my mom.

I don't really remember Uncle What-sis-face, but I remember his house. It had a light brownish shag carpet that I spent the vast majority of my visit sitting on. The house smelled weird. A combination of cigarettes, dust, and old.

Yes, old has a smell. You know, that smell that always seems to be in old people's houses, nursing homes, and old buildings, that's what 'old' smells like.

I also remember light colored paint on the walls, and it was really sunny. That's pretty much all I remember.




AND AN ADDITION THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT! I've been listening to show tunes. My current show tunes are:

• 'I Cain't Say No' (Oklahoma)
  
• 'Maybe This Time' (Cabaret)
  
• 'Money, Money' (Cabaret)
  
• 'What I Did For Love' (A Chorus Line)
  
• 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina' (Evita)
  
• 'Be Italian' (Nine)

Ironically, I've never seen any of those musicals...but I love the music from Cabaret, especially the versions with Liza Minelli. XD

What I Did For Love,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Last Days of School

As a continuation of my 'Memories' I thought I'd say the little I know about my last day of school each year.

Crying.

There, that is all I have to say.

Not 7th or 8th grade, but every other year, I've cried. This year was pretty bad. Alright, it was the worst. I was pretty much a wreck, but whatever.

I have no more to say on the matter,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Reading G (Unless you find the accomplishments of others derogatory)

So, I just finished one of the saddest books I've ever read, it's getting to be the end of the year, and all I can think about are memories. So, I've decided to share my own with you. Not all at once, just a few at a time. These are the topics I'll be covering over the next few months:

• Holidays
• Jewelry
• Events
• Friends

Today I think I'll talk about an Event. The event being the first time I ever read a book all on my own. I was about four, maybe five, it was summer, the humidity was smothering, I was at my grandparents in Illinois.

It was later in the evening, we had had our dinner (mashed potatoes and butter sandwiches being my staple) and I was looking at the books in the little bookshelf in the half-room that once belonged to my uncle. There was the one my grandma read to me every night before I went to bed: There's a Nightmare in My Closet, but there were other books, books whose titles I didn't know because the lettering was strange.

So, I skimmed them lightly with my forefinger, gently looking them over as if, by touching them, they would explode and die. As always, I was going to pick out my 'bedtime story' (which, on any other day would've been There's a Nightmare in My Closet, but I had spent the entire day watching my family read, or hearing them talk about reading) I wanted to try reading by myself. As any other little child I knew a few words: my name, the letters in the alphabet ((which is a story for another day)), lion, king, blues, clues, mermaid, seven, dwarfs, and any word that was in There's a Nightmare in My Closet.

After looking over the covers for what must have been 10 minutes, I picked a thick book, it was an old book, with brown leather binding. Instead of running to Grandma or Grandpa to have it read to me, I sat down in my other uncle's former room at the foot of the bed and started decoding the strange symbols I was assured were words.

I must have spent hours there, but I came into my grandparents family room, and very loudly exclaimed (over the rumble of the CNN news) that I could read. As though I were a god, I pulled the book out (standing in front of the TV to attract attention as I always did when I wanted everything to be about me) and started reading. The story was something about two siblings (brother and sister) who went to the zoo and saw a rhinoceros, a hippopotamus, and an elephant (to this day I still can't spell rhinoceros or hippopotamus without spell check).

Of course, being so little, no one believe I was actually reading, just making up a story. Indignantly, I sat on Grandpa's lap while he read over my shoulder as I read (for the second time) the story of the two children.

After receiving my round of applause, I sat down (still in front of the TV) and started reading more stories in the thickset book.

Now, as amazing as that sounds, try this on for size, by the time I graduated second grade, I had an eleventh grade reading level. I kid you not. I was just simply that wonderful.

Memories are pressed between the pages of my mind,
Shigure's Carma

Nà shi jīng qí. PG (Unless you speak Asian languages very fluently)

Really, quite the surprise. I received 3 awards earlier tonight: Citizenship Honor Award, Academic Honor Award, and World Language Honor Award.

Now I know there is one person who will be a pompous S.O.B. because 'he did better than I did'. Well, how many languages do you speak, hùnqiú? That's what I thought. You see, I just insulted you in Mandarin Chinese, and I'll bet you won't know this one either: nǐ suàn lǎo jǐ le

That's right, nǐ hùnqiú, I insulted you not once, not twice, but three times in a foreign language. And just to make it better: Bub-a-kuk-a.

That was in two languages. So, I have insulted you in 3 languages, 4 times. HAH!

Anyways. That was kinda fun...2 weeks left.

Zai Jian!
Shigure's Carma

Thank Athena! PG

I finished my 150 Greek mythology cards, and I think I died somewhere while doing them. Really, it's like half of my life is in those cards. Oh, well, I'm handing them in, and winging the test.
BTW, check out my song for the moment, I'll change it whenever I feel motivated...

Thank Athena!
Shigure's Carma

P.S. You may be wondering, 'Why not thank Zeus? He is king of gods...'. Well, the answer is, he's a man whore, and a total jerk. Athena was cool...ish though.

Wishes! G

I would like to wish my soul sistah! a very happy birthday.
I'm so happy for you little sis! You're great! And now, you're a year older!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Babe!
Shigure's Carma

National Project Week PG (For unnecessary torture)

Barty-there will be a note for you at the bottom.
Back to our regularly scheduled program.
Seriously, I have so many projects due this week. Did all of my teachers say, 'hey, we should all make as many projects as possible due this week to make everyone miserable'? UGH! I have my myth ((Hyacinth[us])) due tomorrow, my soil profile due Wednesday, my book due Thursday, the third part of my multigenre due Thursday, my Greek Mythology cards due Friday (maybe). That's not including orchestra rehearsals, District Band Festival, and private lessons. If I make it through the week alive, I will be my new hero.

UNGH!
Shigure's Carma

BARTY! So, there are these things called 'micronations' and a friend and I were joking around, and if we make one, it will be on Saturn. If you want to join let me know, and we will use your b-day as 'Honorary Founders Day'.

Heh, heh

Alright, so this is just a mini post, please read the one below...it's better...
Anyways, I know what screwed me up. What made me what I am today. All it took was one little AMV to realize what the thing was that screwed me up. Wanna know what it was? I'll tell you.
My favorite musicals were: Prince of Egypt and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
My idols were: Marylin Monroe and Elvis Presley
My favorite movies were: Some Like it Hot (the story of two sort of cross dressers), Titanic [not the edited version], Where the Heart Is [the story of a girl who gets pregnant, and lives in Walmart]
My favorite TV shows were: Friends and Will and Grace

Now I understand what's wrong with me...

TTFN,
Shigure's Carma

News [G] YAOI! [PG-13] [For sensitive topic/theme]

I have two topics in this post, the first one is just a bit of news, then we'll go on with our scheduled programs.
Before we go on with the yaoi, I would like to say that I have quizilla account, with two things posted, my page is here.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled program.

Jane: John, the baby isn't yours. He's...he's my brothers!
John: But...but you don't have a brother!
Jane: ...*gasps* I DON'T! Then who...

SORRY FOR THAT! Now, to your regularly scheduled program.

I am back in gear with a yaoi obsession. Now, for those of you who were too afraid to google yaoi, or stupid enough to search google images ((You know who you are...)) I will explain this to you as lightly as I possibly can.
Now, for those of you who are very easily offended, I would recommend not reading this...just, you know, a warning...
Yaoi, my friends, refers to the presence of a male homosexual (m/m) relationship. Japanese term, specific to anime fandoms only. It is common in fan fiction, and fan videos. Sometimes used as a parody. (I.E. Jacob/Edward [plot usually involves either Bella dying, or choosing Mike; followed by Jacob and Edward seeking comfort in each other], Harry/ANYMALECHARACTER, etc.)
HOWEVER! There are things out there that were originally supposed to be yaoi, Yu-Gi-Oh! for instance was originally supposed to be yaoi, but yaoi is one of those 'inappropriate' things that they had to take out of the plot for us little American kids. Sailor Moon originally had yuri (female homosexual [f/f] relationship) between Neptune and Uranus, which also was deemed 'inappropriate' and written out for us American kids. Aren't we sheltered?
Anyways, so, I love yaoi again.

YAOI!
Shigure's Carma

Sleepovers PG

Okay, first off, why do we call them 'sleepovers' usually, there isn't much sleeping getting done...or 'slumber parties' we don't slumber, we whine, complain, read, go fangirly. NOT SLEEP!
Anyways, since you all care so much, I had a sleepover with Kyo-sama last night. There were three things that came of this. They are as follows:

1. I am nowhere NEAR as mad as I was yesterday
2. I have weirder dreams than ever. ((Started out as a yaoi we were reading, then, periodically, a random hobo would come in and say something...WTF))
3. I am more corrupt than ever. ((And you thought that couldn't happen. Get out from under your sheltered rock every now and again, and try to see things from the real world point of view. I'm not the most perverted thing out there. [LOL, TWILIGHT quote: 'I'm not the most dangerous thing out there.']))

So, I'm happier than I was yesterday. Still coughing my guts out, but not quite as unhappy about it.

Read old posts too!
Shigure's Carma

Foamy ((Ranting by Me)) PG-13

I hate people. I really do. Particularly when a friend gets mad at you when you don't reply for 20 minutes ((even though you said you'd be leaving soon)), but then, they can just up and leave for three goddamn hours! WHAT THE HELL? Why is this acceptable?
Although, it's not as bad as when this same friend ((who asks me every day if I'm going to be on tonight/over the weekend)) tells me they'll be on all weekend, then around, oh 7 pm on Friday disappears, without any mention that they're leaving, and then seems to be offended when you didn't know they had made a bet that they could go the whole f...((*tries to get control over angry swearing*)) reof-ing weekend without emailing, or texting, or calling.
I'll bet you're all sitting there right now, why is she whining about this? Well, you see, my friend, we'll call her...Regina George for now, always gets in my face if I don't reply to an RP within like 20 minutes. Now, if I'm going to go somewhere, I'll tell Regina: ((hey I've got [insert thing that everyone does here] I'll be back in [insert time span here])) and then I'll go do that thing, and come back. Usually, I'll get an email saying 'hey are you going to reply' email. Generally with the same amount of punctuation.
Of course, then I'm a little ticked, but I reply anyways. But, today is the exception! See, I told her when I would be on, what to expect, yadda yadda yadda, and so, I'm replying, then, all of a sudden, she just stops. Now, at first I figure, whatever, I'll just wait a little longer, after 45 minutes have passed I send an 'Hey, I'm bored, if you're still there, reply' email. After 15 more minutes have passed, I send an 'I'm going to go do something else for a bit, be back soon' e-mail. Then, after TWO HOURS have passed, I'm starting to wonder 'Where the hell is this bitch?' so I text her. TEN MINUTES LATER I get a reply saying something to the effect of 'my mom suggested I do something else'.
Me: ... ... ... *fumes silently* ... WELL WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I literally, have wasted 3 hours of my first real day of spring break waiting for other people. I mean, I woke up early to meet a teacher for a competition later this month, I left after waiting for an hour, then I waited for Regina George for two hours, and she never showed. I'm starting to wonder what the hell is wrong with people.
GROW UP AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR NOTIFYING OTHERS OF CHANGES IN YOUR PLANS SO NO ONE ELSE IS WAITING ON YOU, YOU ASSHOLES!

I think that's enough for now, you're all probably zoning out with your short f***ing attention spans anyways ((that's from Foamy...I didn't come up with that...))

Signed, Your Lord and Master,
Foamy.

Death... PG

I feel awful. I've tried everything: cough drops, childrens' medicine, heavy duty cough&cold medicine, tea with honey, hot chocolate, etc., etc. IT WON'T GO AWAY.

It really sucks butt. I'm so sick of coughing, but, there really isn't anything I can do about it...well, back to my nonexistant life, with my ass of a father.

Cough, cough,
Shigure's Carma

Happy Birthday! G

Just wanted to say happy birthday to two very dear friends.

Happy birthday Fred, God rest your soul.
Happy birthday George, you always were a holy man.

I hope someone out there got that...

Happy Birthday You Two,
Shigure's Carma

The End - PG (For sensitive topics [aka: depressing])

Well, it's over. I worked my butt off for three years to get 60 minutes on stage. To be completely honest I can't believe it's over. I'm so...empty. It feels weird.

I'm going to miss having band every other day for two hours. I'm going to miss keeping the Kool-Aid together. I will miss the endless struggle to strive for perfection.

If you only recently met me, you don't really understand how devoted I was to band. For you guys, let me try to explain. In, well, in preschool, my class walked past the cafeteria on our way to our parents during a band assembly, and it was awesome. Ever since then, that's what I've always wanted to do. So, when Wolf suggested the bassoon (which mind you, I had no idea what that was) I started off on a crap bassoon with a really good teacher. The crap bassoon, Bob, was supposed to last me about a year. After five months, I couldn't hardly stand the piece of crap, but finally got my real bassoon around November. But, as the year progressed, Wolf told us about this 'competition' that he was going to try to get us into. He called it 'Midwest' and then when he found out that Bands of America was accepting middle schools, he told us about that.

That was three years ago. We have worked for that for three years. Now, it's over. The end. I don't know what I'm going to do with my 'free time'. I don't know what to do with this newly acquired 'life' that I have. I have no idea what to do.

Really, I will miss sleep deprivation, quick meals, the sense of family, the loyalty, the practice, the excuses to not socialize. There's no longer a reason for me to brush off everyone else because I won't have rehearsal. I won't have to practice all the time. I won't not have free time. It's over. Indy is over. It's hard to grasp, I haven't even realized what's really happened.

Basically, it's like my whole life just ended. I mean, I don't know what I'm doing now.

Well, I'm Off To See The Wizard
Shigure's Carma

TTFN Ta-Ta For Now! G

Alright everyone. It's the moment we've all been waiting for. The moment that we've worked our cotton picking hearts out for. Indianapolis. (For those who I haven't told) Three thirty in the morning we have to be at the school.
Well, now that my internet is trying to kick me off, and since I should be sleeping...I'm going to save and go to bed.

Have a Good Weekend Without Me!
Shigure's Carma

P.S. Those of you who are waiting for e-mail replies, after Indy, I'll reply.

Wolf, Trolls, Queens!?!? Oh, HUFF PUFF! [updated] PG-13

So, I rediscovered my all time favorite TV show/movie. What show, what show? You might ask, well that's simple, 10th Kingdom. It's awesomely Wolftastic.

I'm not going to give any plot spoilers here, but I'll say a few things about it that make it AWESOME!

• Sweet catchphrases (i.e. Suck an elf! Huff puff!)
• Wolf
• A PLOT! ((Wowzers!)
• Corn with your cheese
• Comedy
• Hilarious plot twists
• Whores who die! ((Gotta love that!))
• No singing ((I for one, am not fond of that, but that makes it better for people like Hiro-chan))
• On youtube
  
• AND SO MUCH MORE!!
  

Now, by this point you're all probably wondering, 'Who the hell is this Wolf guy?' Well, he's only the most awesomest fictional male character ever!

For those of you who do not have a facebook, you will not have seen this, for those who do, this is part of my profile picture, just with a couple added bonuses. Without further ado, here is my statement on fictional guys:

Forks is rainy and cold,
Hogwarts is a school,
Narnia has creepy talking animals,
Akito will kill you if you try to be with one of the Zodiac,
Ritska and Soubi aren't exactly straight.
So go ahead, keep your stalker Edward and childish Jacob, your pubescent Harry and arrogant Draco, your idiotic Prince Casipian, your cursed Sohma men, your loveless group.
I'll stay in the safety of the 9 Kingdoms with Wolf.
Don't like it? Suck an elf.

Woot! It's true and you damn well know it. ((And I've been hanging around Kyo [not Kyo-sama, just Kyo, the character]))

If you want to see 10th Kingdom, click here

TTFN, Ta-ta-for-now!
Shigure's Hyper Carma

March First PG-13

Alright, so I'm all happy when I wake up because I wake up and realize: 'Wow, today is Barty and Ron's birthday.'

But now I'm thinking and the more I think the more I realized: Holy Shit. It's March First. What happened to February? Where did February go? SHIT!

Yes, the 'shits' are necessary, seeing as now I only have 9 days before my concert, and 18 days before Indianapolis. If that isn't scary enough, I have 3 days until District Solo and Ensemble, and 6 (I think, maybe less) days before registering for high school.

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO?!?!? I mean, where did my life go? I'm already registering for high school?

So, that was just my scary thought.

Oh, and for those who didn't know, when we leave for Indianapolis, we have to be at school at 3:30. In the morning. Ain't that just a joy?

Horrifyingly yours,
Shigure's Carma

I Would Like to Thank the Academy PG

Alright, my friends. Those of you who have known me longer, know I would like to end up in showbiz, preferably ON the screen, but either way, in showbiz. Well, I'm watching the Oscars right now, and I would like to let you all know.

If I ever get an Oscar (not likely, but still) my speech will not contain the following: "I would like to thank the Academy" or anything of the likeness.

I will not say that in my speech if I ever win an Oscar. My speech will thank whomever gave me my role, a few of you ((who have, undoubtedly, changed me)), and NOT the Academy. I mean, I don't even know who this Academy is, what if the Academy is just a bunch of old men who are just a bunch of creepers? Why do I want to thank those creepers? ((In reality, I know that the Academy is the Oscars))

Instead, I will Google furiously before I run to the Oscars, and find one name of someone one 'the Academy' and then I will thank that one person. Hopefully, they won't be a creeper.

I mean, really, why in the hell should I thank the Academy? Hang on, Sean Penn is thanking people, let's see if he says 'The Academy'... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... YAY!!! No Academy...but I don't know if he really counts...

Goodnight Fellow Peoples, I Hope You Do Not Walk Into a Monkey,
Shigure's Carma

Thank Goodness!!! G?

That's a song from Wicked, actually. Which I am obsessed with at the moment. I just thought I'd let you all know that I'm getting back into the RP mood. Next weekend, I will start replying again. Except, I won't be home Saturday, I'll be at Romeo and Juliet. EEPS! I'm excited.

And, we have a concert at the U on Tuesday this week, if any of you want to go it starts at 7:30, but the tickets are not free. We hope you'll think about going, we have solos, and you'd get to hear us. ((Notice the 'We'? Well, Wolfy said 'no more 'I'' so I...WE are trying...))

That's all I really had to say. Hope none of you hate me for not replying in so long. I'm sorry...*hides head in shame*

Tiredly yours,
Shigure's Carma

P.S. I started writing like I did in my NaNo novel there for a minute. ((She had a blog in there, and I started signing off like she did...))

O Romeo, Romeo, WHY ART THOU LAUGHING?!? G

Alright, it's been awhile. Over the long weekend, I helped a friend with her Shakespeare project. Christina (who is a guy, he played Romeo) put it on DVD for us, and HOLY CRAP! He cut out 21 minutes of bloopers, and kept the funniest.
But seriously, you have no idea how hard it was to do the death scene. I mean, in Shakespeare, people don't 'die' they have a long dramatic speech about how they are going to kill themselves, and then they do whatever it is that they wanted to do. Well, there are about 15 shots of us doing the death scene in the blooper reel, and all of them end with me laughing.
One of our other bloopers was when Christina was cameraman, and he dropped his script, and you this 'CRAP' from the camera.
Another one, Christina and Fat Friar are trying to walk out, but Pizza Killer (who was cameraman) wasn't following them, and they all start laughing, and I come in and I'm like 'What happened?'
Then in another shot, during the balcony scene, Christina's like 'See how she leans her cheek upon her head' and then he started laughing.
Maybe I'll get a youtube account and post it. That would be funny.

A Thousand Morrows Fellow Friends,
Shigure's Laughable Carma

Bad Days and Changes 'G'

Alright, so, if you didn't hear, which would surprise me, I almost passed out in science today. Thankfully, my wonderful friend Twin ((that will be her nickname, b/c apparently we look alike...)) helped me to the office, and my dad came to pick me up. I'm fine, just really embarrassed. REALLY embarrassed. That was not fun.

And then I'm changing the grading system:

A G-rated motion picture contains nothing in theme, language, nudity, sex, violence or other matters that, in the view of the Rating Board, would offend parents whose younger children view the motion picture. The G rating is not a “certificate of approval,” nor does it signify a “children’s” motion picture. Some snippets of language may go beyond polite conversation but they are common everyday expressions. No stronger words are present in G-rated motion pictures. Depictions of violence are minimal. No nudity, sex scenes or drug use are present in the motion picture.

A PG-rated motion picture should be investigated by parents before they let their younger children attend. The PG rating indicates, in the view of the Rating Board, that parents may consider some material unsuitable for their children, and parents should make that decision.

The more mature themes in some PG-rated motion pictures may call for parental guidance. There may be some profanity and some depictions of violence or brief nudity. But these elements are not deemed so intense as to require that parents be strongly cautioned beyond the suggestion of parental guidance. There is no drug use content in a PG-rated motion picture.

A PG-13 rating is a sterner warning by the Rating Board to parents to determine whether their children under age 13 should view the motion picture, as some material might not be suited for them. A PG-13 motion picture may go beyond the PG rating in theme, violence, nudity, sensuality, language, adult activities or other elements, but does not reach the restricted R category. The theme of the motion picture by itself will not result in a rating greater than PG-13, although depictions of activities related to a mature theme may result in a restricted rating for the motion picture. Any drug use will initially require at least a PG-13 rating. More than brief nudity will require at least a PG-13 rating, but such nudity in a PG-13 rated motion picture generally will not be sexually oriented. There may be depictions of violence in a PG-13 movie, but generally not both realistic and extreme or persistent violence. A motion picture’s single use of one of the harsher sexually-derived words, though only as an expletive, initially requires at least a PG-13 rating. More than one such expletive requires an R rating, as must even one of those words used in a sexual context. The Rating Board nevertheless may rate such a motion picture PG-13 if, based on a special vote by a two-thirds majority, the Raters feel that most American parents would believe that a PG-13 rating is appropriate because of the context or manner in which the words are used or because the use of those words in the motion picture is inconspicuous.

An R-rated motion picture, in the view of the Rating Board, contains some adult material. An R-rated motion picture may include adult themes, adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements, so that parents are counseled to take this rating very seriously. Children under 17 are not allowed to attend R-rated motion pictures unaccompanied by a parent or adult guardian. Parents are strongly urged to find out more about R-rated motion pictures in determining their suitability for their children. Generally, it is not appropriate for parents to bring their young children with them to R-rated motion pictures.

An NC-17 rated motion picture is one that, in the view of the Rating Board, most parents would consider patently too adult for their children 17 and under. No children will be admitted. NC-17 does not mean “obscene” or “pornographic” in the common or legal meaning of those words, and should not be construed as a negative judgment in any sense. The rating simply signals that the content is appropriate only for an adult audience. An NC-17 rating can be based on violence, sex, aberrational behavior, drug abuse or any other element that most parents would consider too strong and therefore off-limits for viewing by their children.

Alright that's my new rating system.

ONE MORE THING BEFORE I GO!!!!
This is mostly for Earth Queen if she's reading: in computer tech today all I could think was 'Can I smash it with a hammer?'

Remember to read oldy posts and COMMENT!

Ta!
Shigure's Carma

Funny Thoughts ((Boys you might not like this...)) 5

Alright, so you know that e-mail that always seems to come around to bite you in the butt? The one about a good friend asks for your phone number, a best friend asks for theirs? Well, I thought of something to add to that list of things, and only a few of my friends would have this privilege:
A good friend goes with you when you need to buy things like bras, underwear, and socks.
A BEST friend bought you a bra, underwear, and socks IN YOUR SIZE for your birthday.

I actually have a few friends who could do that. But I only have maybe 5 who would be able to do it AND get away with it.

Remember: A best friend is like a good bra: comfortable, supportive, and hard to come by.

LOL, that's all...I really should be doing homework...
Shigure's Carma

WTF?!? 5

Alright, so I have a few things to say.

First off, WHAT HAPPENED TO JANUARY?!?!? Siriusly ((you'll get that in a minute...I spelled 'seriously' wrong on purpose)), what happened to it? I feel like I missed the whole thing...

Second, can I just say 'EW' to the Twilight movie last time? I guess I should explain...so I went to see Twilight for the last time in theaters yesterday, and I go to sit down, and my seat was wet. I don't know what it was wet with, but I'm going to pretend it was something happy...like coke, or sprite...

Third, I finally had someone ask who Ranger is...I'll explain later...too lazy and time pressed at the moment...

And lastly, I'm on a Harry Potter fix again ((get the 'Siriusly' now?)). And once again I have chosen the world's most messed up shippings. I won't tell you about them, unless you ask directly...even then I won't post them online, they're the type of shipping that I usually refuse to read, but something happened and I just can't help but love them.........

Until Next Time
Mssrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Carma

Grades, and Thoughts, and Writings, OH MY!

Alright, so, simply because I didn't get the chance to tell anyone today, I got a 4.0 and straight H's last term. YAY! I've never had a 4.0 before. Come, join me in happy dancing.
Now, for Rosie the Vamp, I had an idea. In my post titles (after this one, obviously) I will rank each of my posts with a 0-5.
5: No swearing. None, zip, zero, zilch.
4: Swore a little, not enough to make anyone completely mortified, but enough that it counts.
3: Swore enough to bother someone, or dropped the 'f' bomb.
2: Swore quite a bit. Or dropped the 'f' bomb 2-3 times.
1: Dropped the 'f' bomb more than 3 times.
0: Not save for life. Swearing unbearable. Horrible day.
And, if I get to forgetful, or if I have a what you think is more than the number (for instance, if I give the post a '3' but I dropped the 'f' bomb twice, let me know, I'll change it, I probably skipped over the second or first one as I read it)
Another thing, I do not consider hell a swear word, nor do I consider 'God' or 'Oh my God' to be swearing, and some days (if I'm feeling particularly British) I won't count 'damn' as one either, but 'bloody' will be.
Hopefully that helps you Rosie the Vamp. XP
And my last order of business, if you were wondering what happened to me today, I went home because of my dear Aunt Flow. I'm fine, and will probably be fit for school tomorrow.
I believe that is all...actually...no, it isn't. I need to say one more thing...alright two, but the second I need to have my suspicions confirmed first...so I'll just say the one more thing.
So, yesterday, I went to see Inkheart and suddenly, out of the blue, there were these two characters, just sitting in my mind waiting for me to go home and write about them. So far, I have names, and mental descriptions (the names didn't come with them, but the descriptions will take longer than just a couple paragraphs) so here are my two newest characters:
Balondemu Weusi: He's a young man whose given name means 'The chosen one' his surname is Swahili for 'Black, dark in color'. He lives in a small civilization near the equator in Uganda, Africa, it's near the city of Nkumba.
and, of course:
Akachi Jeupe: A young woman whose given name means 'the hand of God' her last name is the Swahili word for 'White, light in color'. She lives on a small island that is part of Britain but is on the continent of Africa (sort of) the island is called Ascension Island, she lives in a small settlement on the northern tip.

So far that, and their descriptions are all I have. But, I'm lazy and don't want to type out my descriptions.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not replying to e-mails if you haven't guessed, just don't feel like it again.
Another thing, ((sorry, I know I said just one more, but this came into mind)) I'm back with my good friend YAOI! Xiao Jie Jie ((sorry, wouldn't let me post characters)) would be so proud.

TTFN, Ta ta for now!

Shigure's Carma

Inauguration and New Semester

So, first of all, before anyone has the chance to 'muck it up' my weekend was horrible. My weekend was the weekend from hell. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions? ((ten bucks says without looking it up you can't tell me who I quoted)) Too bad, I won't answer them.
Second of all, happy new semester everyone. It'll probably suck more ((fewer breaks, band season, PMS out the wazoo, me being angsty)) but think of it this way, we're half-way there.

And lastly, congratulations to our new president Barack Obama. And farewell to Bush ((I didn't particularly like him, but hey, I think he at least deserves a farewell...))
Well, I'm going to bed before my back gives out.

Nil desperandum, my dear friend. Across the desert lies the promised land. Goodbye. Adieu. Aufwiedersehen. Gesundheit. Farewell.
Shigure's Sucky Carma

P.S. Whatever happened to comments? I miss them. Please comment. I wanna talk about Ranger in my next post. So ask me who he is.

True Measure of True Friendship

I finally know how you can tell if someone really is a true friend. Here is how:
When your school band (that you are in) is going on a trip and has to do fund raising, and for the last fundraiser, you are supposed to sell tickets for a special movie (all the proceeds going to the band) and the showing is $3 more than usual and at 9 in the morning on a Saturday, and they go for you, that is a good friend. But, only a best friend will go even if the movie totally sucks ass. Like your choices are HSM3, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, or Forever Strong.
I have two friends who went with me this morning. Luna and Lenny came with me. Then we did lunch. It made me feel all happy inside.
As for Forever Strong, it wasn't...completely suckish...especially not with Luna and I making our slash fic comments. If you don't know what a slash fic is, it's the same as Yaoi. If you don't know what that is than learn some fan fiction terms.



ON ANOTHER NOTE!
I absolutely love fan fiction, Ranger, Morelli, Ron, and the Stephanie Plum series.

OH! And one more thing. I am still waiting for comments. I got one. From my friend who is avoiding the computer. So, I will be pestering people. I mean, if I can handle sleep, reading, homework, practice, lessons, friends, family, and 6 hours of after school rehearsal and still have some spare time to read fan fiction, and check out your blogs, then you, who do not have all of that stuff and more, then you could hit that little tiny comment button every once in a while...or you know sending an e-mail to one of my many accounts. HELL! You can call me or text me for all I care. But a comment every now and then would be nice. (You're fine though Barty. You're in hiding. But you know, if you wanted to comment anyways...) Seriously, it takes all of 3 minutes to post a comment. If you don't know what to say, ask a question about a previous post. (i.e. Who is Bettie Page) or ask about this post (i.e. Who is Ranger?) Please, ask who Ranger is.

Zai Jian
Shigure's Carma

What Happened to Everyone?

Alright, so I haven't had a comment since BEFORE Christmas break...which makes me wonder if anyone's even reading...
And in other news, this is a warning, I will probably be replying less and less starting next week, we're starting in with 'Band Season'.
((Wolfie's words not mine:)) There is basketball season, football season, soccer season, well this is BAND season.
I'll try and reply over weekends and such, but I can't make any guarantees.
PLEASE COMMENT! OR SEND ME AN E-MAIL AS A COMMENT! PLEASE!

Commentlessly Yours,
Shigure's Carma

Funny Stuffs Man...

So, yesterday I was playing WiiMusic with my best buddy Luna, ((after I took my icky take-home math test)) and we were making fun of the Tutes, and getting rid of them. Which led to us each writing a fan fiction, I'll probably post it, and add a link here, of course, you'll have to give me your feedback! XP
Then, last night, I was playing around on google, and found 'song parody list' on bored.com. That's how I found my new favorite song, I'll post a link for that. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yajYE9Jsr3U go ahead and click it, you know you want to. XP
Anyways, that song totally fits me, sort of...maybe not quite in the extreme...I mean, I just turned four when the first book came out, but I started reading them when I was like 6 or 7. It also fits for the Twilight series. Sort of...
Anyways, in other news...it is the last day of Christmas break. And I have one thing to say on that subject: Damn.
Well, I'm going to go back to reading fan fiction.

Dismally Yours,
Shigure's Carma

And A Happy New Year

Well, I didn't post yesterday, but happy new year everyone!
Hope you fulfilled your resolutions. I don't know if I did...I forgot what mine were...hm...and I don't have any this year...
I'll fix that...later...

Shigure's Carma