Blogger is Back and So am I

Hi, everybody.

Blogger has been down for approximately the past 24 hours, and so I have not been able to give you new posts when I totally would have, so I'm not being irresponsible or neglectful, blogger has just been keeping me down, man.

That last sentence makes me think of this song:

And that song made me think of my final exam in Japanese, which I took last night.  Finally, it is finished, and I can do whatever the frick I want whenever the frick I want to.  Like, if it's 9:00 on a Thursday night and I want to watch a Disney movie, then, by gummit, I'm going to watch that Disney movie because, hey, I don't have anything that needs to be turned in by 10.

I am so effing free right now, it's not even funny.

Well, it's been a while since I gave you guys a decently long post, so I'm just going to talk about some other things that I've been doing lately.  I think that the cat is in heat again, and its behavior is getting in the way of my blogging.  (Seriously, it was trying to molest the freaking keyboard, not two minutes ago.  What a perv.)

Hmm...what else is going on in my life?

Not much, actually.

Not that you would all care, anyway.

I guess, mostly what has been going on in my life as of late has been me procrastinating on studying, so that has consisted of a lot of YouTube, Sporcle, and Facebook.

Here are some new people I discovered on YouTube this week:

First, Alex.  I don't know his last name.  I heard it once, but then I forgot it.  Also, I forgot his YouTube username thing.  Really, all you need to know is that he's British and he's bashing Twilight.  That should be enough for you.

Next, charlieissocoollike.  Did anyone here already know about him, because I sure didn't, but that might just be because I'm a stupid American who spends all her time reading and doing homework and blogging and writing ridiculous run-on sentences like this one.  Anyway, he's hilarious, and you should watch his videos.

I happen to think that he is kind of cute.  Don't judge me.

Okay, I think that that is all that I have been doing for the past week, with the exception of working on three more posts that are to be posted some time in the near future.

Yup.  That's it.

I Should be Studying, But am I? No. I am Here, Stalling.

I really should be studying for my final exam in Japanese, which happens to be this Friday (it got moved back from the original date, yay!)  but instead I am sitting here on a computer, procrastinating.

Sigh.  I am a disappointment to myself.

I kind of have excuses, though.  I was working on a three-part post series that might not interest anyone at all, plus my leg is asleep so I can't get up to do anything until it wakes up.

Those are some weak excuses.

Fine.  I'll get back to work. 

New Posts Coming Soon. Just Hang in There.

I have my final exam in my online Japanese class this week, so I'm going to be crazy busy trying to memorize all sorts of fun things that I should have learned weeks ago, but didn't because I'm a horrible student.

However, whenever I'm trying to avoid studying, I'll just stop by over here and work on a series of posts that I started, which you might either find entertaining, or completely worthless.  I'm not sure yet.

Anyway, I haven't abandoned you all.  I'm just kind of stressed out, but I'll get over that and get back to being me. 

An Open Letter to a Certain Someone

You know who you are.

I saw you at prom this weekend.

Actually, what's more important is that I saw what you did at prom this weekend.

I swear on my trombone that if you try to pull that crap again, or if you try to do anything more, I will come for you.  I will come for you and destroy you.  I will tear you apart with the razor-sharp blade of my tongue.  I will make you weep like a little girl.  Then I'll kick you.  Hard.  Where it hurts.

Don't think I'm kidding, because I'm not.

Seriously, if you try to pull that s*** again, I will end you.

Just keep that in mind the next time you think about trying something.

Dearest Regards and Blatant Threats,
Fanny

P.S.-I'm watching you, boy.

I Think That My Arm Might Fall Off in the Next Few Days

I gave blood the other day.

No big deal, or anything, but my blood could save someone's life.  This is a very good thing.  I like helping people, and giving blood is a good way to do that.

But there's a problem.

After I gave blood, the Red Cross people gave me a sheet of paper that had a list of symptoms and things that a person might develop after giving blood.  It said that if I developed any of the symptoms that I should call some sort of hotline or go to the hospital or something.

That was the beginning of the problem.

You see, if you tell me about a bunch of things that might go wrong with me, chances are, I'm going to think that they are going wrong.  That's just how I work.  However, this probably wouldn't have been a huge problem on its own.  Oh, no.

The real problem started when I forgot the piece of paper at the blood drive.

At that point, I had just been informed that something might go horribly wrong with me some time in the immediate future, but I didn't know exactly what might go wrong with me.  Anything out of the ordinary could be the omen of my death.  Heck, half of the ordinary things that could happen may be the grim reaper coming a-knockin'.  I was on edge.  I was a hair's-breadth away from complete and total hypochondriac meltdown.

Enter mysterious bruise.

This was my first time giving blood, so I didn't know what to expect. 

I definitely wasn't expecting a giant freaky bruise thing.

Okay, it's not giant, but it is really freaky looking.  I would have taken a picture to show you, but the picture did not adequately convey the terrifying horror of my bruise (and yes, I'm aware that that last sentence was slightly redundant.)

So anyway, I had this really freaky, nasty bruise on my arm that was making it look like the needle that was jabbed into my arm to get to my blood tore my vein and caused me to have internal bleeding.

At that point, I was pretty much convinced that I was going to either die or need to have my arm amputated.

My friends all told me that the freaky bruise was normal, but I knew, and I still know.

There is nothing natural about that monstrous contusion.

I am going to die.

Or my arm might fall off.

Either way, I'm screwed.

On the plus side, though, my puncture wound can tell when it's going to rain.

Dear Professor, I Love You (Updated With a Note to Help Lessen Some Confusion I May Have Caused in my Carelessness.)

I had to give a speech today for my online Japanese class, so I actually had to go to the college campus.  This was not good because I had to get up early in the morning, but it was good because it meant that I finally got to meet my professor and some of the people in my class.

I was the only girl there, apart from my professor, and all of the guys there seemed wonderfully nerdy or odd in some way (the wonderfully carries over to the odd, of course.  They were wonderfully odd.  You know what, let's not say odd, because that has some negative connotations, let's say that they were wonderfully eccentric, or that they boldly marched to the beat of their own drummers.)

Also, my professor is adorable.

She's this little Japanese lady.  She's not old, but she looks like she is older than my mom, and I just love her a lot. 

Then, in addition to being adorable, she gave us all snacks, and not just any snacks, Japanese snacks.

Those are all of the snacks that she gave me, sitting on my desk.  As you can see, this portion of my desk is where I keep my makeup- and hair-related items.

These appear to be some sort of rice cake with a type of icing or something on them.  I have no idea what that says on the wrapper.

This is a peach-flavored gummy snack.  The label says "ピーチガミ" which translates as "Peach Gummy."  If you could read katakana, though, you would know that because the symbols transliterate as "piichi gami"  where the "a" is a long "a" like in "Carl."  It also has a little cartoon peach on the wrapper, which sort of looks like a butt with leaf feet, but I digress.

This one is a mango-flavored gummy, and you can't really see the wrapper very well because the flash on my camera is stupid. 

Anyway, it's basically the same as the other wrapper, only this one is yellow and it says "マンゴーガミ" which, again, translates as "Mango Gummy" which you would know if you could read katakana because the symbols transliterate as "mangoo gami" with the "a" being pronounced like the "a" in "Carl" sort of, but not totally, yadda, yadda, yadda, we've been through this already.

Yeah, so I just wanted to share that with you, because it's kind of awesome.

That is all.

**UPDATED**

Okay, I just kind of realized that I might be confusing some people here. 

Okay.  When I say "my professor" like that, without any capitaliztion or anything, I am referring to the very nice lady who teaches me Japanese.  When I say "the Professor" with a capital "P" and "the" in front of it, I am referring to my wonderful friend, the Professor, who makes me laugh. 

Okay?  And I know that in the title of this post, "Professor" is capitalized even though it is referring to the very nice lady who teaches me Japanese, and that might be a little confusing. 

Alright, from now on, my Japanese professor will be known as "Sensei" and the Professor will still be known as "the Professor" in order to minimize confusion from this point forth.

Dear Rob Paravonian: I Love You. Please Marry Me.

I'm just kidding.  I wouldn't marry Rob Paravonian, I'm just a high schooler!  That would be preposterous.  No, that would never happen...unless he asked me.

Maybe.

Anyway, Rob Paravonian is an awesome comedian/musician, and I feel like sharing some of the wonderful things that he has done that have made me laugh.

The first:  The Pachelbel Rant.  Finally, the cries of the low voices are heard!  Darn you, Pachelbel!

The second:  Pushing Band Candy.  Yes.  Just yes.

And finally, Something You Already Know, which was put up on the internet by someone who illegally recorded one of his shows.  I love this video mostly for his totally awesome falsetto at the end.

There are more wonderful things that he does, but you can go look them up for yourself.  Yeah, I said it.  Go do it yourself, lazy.  I'm just kidding, I love you...unless I don't.

GASP!  Which one does she mean?  Does she love me or not?

Don't worry, I love you.