Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 16

Day 16: Post a kigurumi cosplay of your favorite anime character.

Post a what?

*goes off to google kigurumi*


That's weird.

All right, fine. Bear in mind I don't necessarily have a favorite anime character (too many to choose from!) but I'll find the first one that comes up.

Yeah, I am not a fan of kigurumi...

Monday, November 29, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 15

Day 15: Post a cute Neko Girl




I'm not doing that again.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 14

Day 14: Current or Most Recent Anime Wallpaper

It was this:
Totally still makes me giggle. :D

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 13

Day 13: Cosplay of your Waifu or Husbando

So, I think this is a girl but I don't really care cuz it's so well-done and the person looks so much like Sesshoumaru (with the elfin features, condescending stare....damn) that I put it anyway, cuz I was that blown away. No judging.

Hi honey. Waifu is home.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 12

Day 12: An ecchi picture from your favorite series.

This should be easy seeing as my favorite series involves Miroku.

Ha, I was right. Fanart count? Cuz I found this in like two seconds. There you are, an ecchi picture of the anime Inuyasha involving Miroku and Sango. Tee hee.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 11

Day 11: Favorite Mech Series

Honestly, I don't watch a lot of mecha anime, so I actually had to look this up to verify I knew what it was. Does this count?

Cuz I really like Full Metal Panic. Haven't watched it in ages, but it cracked me up. So I guess I'd put this as my favorite mecha, assuming this counts.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 10

Day 10: Favorite Slice of Life Anime

It'd be this:
I can't stress how much I love Love Com. It's hilariously funny. I have many friends who swear they'd never date a shorter guy, and I'm like, "Read Love Com. You'll change your mind."

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 9

Day 9: Saddest Anime Scene

I guess it's highly lame to use this again?

I don't care. It made me cry. Scenes can be epic and sad. :D

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

My Father

A lot of people ask me, "Why did you pick Japanese as your major?" Because when you look at me, it is kind of a random choice. I'm not Japanese, I don't have any Japanese ancestry (mostly European, I'm afraid, with a little Lakota and Gypsy mixed in for variety) and I've never been to Japan. Even more interesting, I got into Japanese when I was eight years old, long before my interest in anime and manga developed. For a while, I wasn't really sure how to answer that question because I honestly didn't know why I chose it or why the language fascinates me. But now I know.

Flashback twelve years ago. I've mentioned in previous posts about the hard times my family had and these are all true. I also mentioned that when I was little, I was often scared of my dad's temper. But even through all of that, I still loved him very very much. I wanted to be close to him. Heck, half the time when I was faking being sick in elementary school was so he would come and pick me up from school. Think about my favorite Disney movie, Mulan, and why I loved it so much when I was little. The premise involves a girl who so deeply loves her father that she goes to war for him. You can see why this would appeal to me. But I didn't know how to get close to him so I just paid attention to what he liked. One year he took my family to the Japanese festival at the botanical gardens in my city. It was absolutely beautiful, and my sharp eight-year-old eyes caught on to how much my dad liked Japanese culture. So after the festival, I promptly told him I wanted to learn Japanese.

My dad knows this story pretty well, he'll tell it that at first he didn't believe me and gave me a few language tapes to keep me quiet. Then he'll say how he noticed me wandering around the house repeating whatever the language tapes said. This is true. But I would also point out that the majority of my wanderings around the house were in dad's orbital--I pretty much haunted his every move with those language tapes to show him that I loved something he loved.

And for five years, every Saturday morning, my dad and I took Japanese lessons at Webster University. I relished the time spent because it was MY time with my daddy, and no one else. No matter how bad things were for my family, I knew in my little girl heart that my daddy loved me and cared about me enough to go through with those early Saturday mornings.

I also remember my dad taking me to a Daddy/Daughter dance hosted by the Girl Scouts. I remember mom buying me a new dress, forcibly brushing my hair till it was completely tangle free, and even letting me wear a little of her perfume. I remember my mother telling me that dad would knock on the door and pick me up, just like a real date. I was so excited. And he did, he knocked on that door, I opened it up, and he said, "Is Miss Kathleen Coffin ready for her date?" He held up a white corsage--my very first.

By the way, that Daddy/Daughter date has set the tone for all future dates for me, so if you want to ever take me out, you sure as hell better knock on my door to pick me up, none of this honking the horn or texting me when you're here crap.

Here's a few things I love about my dad:

1. My dad is an excellent teacher, a lot better than my mom. It was he who taught me my multiplication tables in third grade (even teaching me a super neat trick about the multiples of 9) and it was he who taught me to drive (because my mom had a bad habit of screaming like a banshee every time I did something innocuous like knock over a mailbox or slaughter poultry).
2. My dad has always understood the importance of my friends. Especially those who didn't have a good father influence, he was always fatherly towards them. When I didn't have my license, there was one night when I woke him up at midnight, requesting that he drive me to Regan's because she needed me. No questions asked, he got up, got dressed, and drove forty minutes out to her house.
3. My dad once drove five and a half hours to pick up the cat I so very desperately wanted, even though he wasn't to keen on the idea of me having a pet.
4. My dad understand my love of just plain macaroni and cheese and shares this love, even once telling me that he had it special ordered when he was in Vietnam. Sometimes he didn't have any milk or butter so he basically just boiled water and added in the cheese mix.
5. My dad has never been annoyed or aggravated by my abrupt change in academic plans, even one that involved me transferring and going to a school two states away.
6. My dad always comes to my defense. Sometimes this involves him going outside and 'having words' with the drunk neighbor that is screaming outside my window and throwing badminton rackets. Other times it involves him saying "HELL NO SHE WILL NOT" when a bitch teacher attempted to stop me from singing at my graduation--he and my mom drove all the way up to my high school, had a pleasant conversation with the principal, and bam, I was back on the program.
7. Most importantly, never once in my entire life, has my dad ever made me feel like I couldn't do something just because I was a woman. From the time I was six and sitting on his lap to now when I'm twenty and trying to get into Oxford, the mantra has always been, 'you can do anything you set your mind to.'

A note to my dad--I know you read my blog posts and a few of them really hurt you. Please know that it was not out of an intent to spite or make you feel bad. You're human, just like me, and we make mistakes, and frankly the good far outweigh the bad. You'll always be my daddy, and I love you very much.

--from your little green barrette.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 8

Day 8: Most Epic Scene Ever

From Tokyo Majin. It's just so...
When he tells her she's done enough, and she runs into his arms, and he gives her the sheathe of his bokkan which is the most important thing in the world to him, and then he goes, "I'll be back..." and she says "I'll be waiting! I'll be waiting for you..." and you just want to go cry from the amazing beauty of it all...

Wheeze...okay, I'm done. This scene is epic because even though it's quiet, it's poignant and subtle. I wish I could show the clip but it ain't on Youtube, probably because everyone on Youtube is Tatsuma/Aoi rather than Kyouichi/Aoi like me. I even wrote a fanfiction detailing it from Kyouichi's perspective, which you can read here.

Sigh. I love this scene.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 7

Day 7: Favorite Anime Couple

A lot of my favored couples were only hinted at and never explicitly got together. So I suppose my favorite canon legit got-together couple would be...
That picture makes my life.

Ahem. It'd be Miroku and Sango. I've liked their relationship for years. I like how adorable Miroku is (even when I want to smack him, though I don't have to, cuz Sango does it for me) and I think it's cute that Sango, who is so badass most of the time, is totally clueless when it comes to feelings and love. She just gets so awkward, it makes my life. I also like that they for sure and certain got together--they got together in the series, and then in the end got married and had three kids. Awesome. Very rarely does anime tie up relationships that neatly. :D

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 6

Day 6: Most Annoying Anime Character

I freaking hate this character. It's the one downside of Inuyasha.
He has no point. He's whiney, shrill, and irritating. Every time Inuyasha bops him, punches him, smacks him upside the head, I cheer a little.

A lot of Inuyasha fans would argue that Kikyo is the most irritating character. Not true. Shippo definitely takes the cake on this one. At least Kikyo served a purpose--to distinguish the differences between the relationships of Kagome and Inuyasha and Kikyo and Inuyasha, to be an antihero, to distinguish the differences between Kagome and Kikyo, to provide a monkey wrench in the relationship of Inuyasha and Kagome. All valid purposes, even if it was aggravating how many times she died and came back to life.

Shippo provides none of these. He is an irksome talking ball of fluff who does nothing for the team but be carried around and whine.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 5

Day 5: Anime character you feel you are most like (or wish you were)

Well, these are two different questions. So I'm gonna answer both.

I wish I were like...
Sango, from Inuyasha.

Oh, sure, we have similarities. We both have long dark hair. We both don't put up with crap from guys. But in reality, Sango is way more badass and a heck of a lot stronger than I am. She lost her entire family, her brother to her worst enemy, and still manages to kick ass and retain a sense of humor. Don't know if I could do that. Not to mention she puts up with Miroku's personality defects a lot more graciously than I would.

So yeah, I totally wish I were like her. Not to mention, I wish I had her upper body strength.
But the anime character I'm most like is probably...

Risa Koizumi, from Lovely Complex.

Risa is ridiculous, awkward, hilarious, fashionable, and in general a huge goofball. She denies her feelings for Otani for freaking ever, and then when she finally quietly admits them, she is completely unable to express them coherently. This is pretty much me in a nutshell. :D

Friday, November 19, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 4

Day 4: Anime You're Ashamed You Enjoyed

I have a lot of guilty pleasure but this one comes immediately to mind.
Oh Pretear. This is such a big box of ridiculous. It was painfully cheesy, had a snowball fluffy plot, an idiot heroine...if it wasn't for the blatant sexual innuendos in literally EVERYTHING they said, I'd probably have never watched it. But I do. It still makes me giggle.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 3

Day 3: Your Anime Crush

Wait. You want me to pick just one? Are you serious? I have like, thirty.
...Just to name a few. What can I say? I love me some anime boys.

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 2

Day 2: Favorite Anime You've watched so far

Out of all the anime I love and treasure, the truth is, for me at least, nothing can top Inuyasha.

It was this anime that really got me into anime in the first place. It has everything I like--adventure, fairy tales, romance, danger, badass female characters, really hot anime boys--I started watching this when I was thirteen. I'm twenty now, and I still haven't gotten over it!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Thirty Days of Anime: Day 1

This should be interesting, because I have trouble updating weekly. We'll see how it goes!

Day 1: Very First Anime
This actually took some thinking. My first thought was Inuyasha, because I started borrowing the DVDs from a friend in the eighth grade. Then I realized that before that, I watched Yu Gi Oh! with my brothers. And before that, Digimon. And before that, Pokemon. And before that, Cardcaptors...

I eventually figured it out. It was Superbook.

I legit don't remember much about this anime. I remember the theme song involved a Bible falling on a computer and sending two kids back in time. I remember a couple of the plots of the episodes. Basically, it was two kids going back in time and living out Bible stories. It was a very neat anime. My brothers tell me that Flying House was the precursor to it, but I honestly don't remember Flying House. Just Superbook. I'd love this on DVD some day...

Friday, November 12, 2010

Ho-Hos Before Bros

I don't like like slut-shaming, so my title is a clever twist on a clever twist of a phrase. I love all my ho-hos. :D And by ho-hos, I mean my friends. A lot of girls have one singular best friend who they tell everything to, who's practically their sister for all intents in purposes. I'm no exception. Except for having one best friend, I have five.

Yep. Five.

Eh, I can't help it. I'm just so awesome that people are naturally drawn to me.

In all seriousness, my friends are very important to me. So for this blogpost, I thought I'd extrapolate on each one, how I met them, and why I love them.

I'll start by going back. First there was Regan.

Isn't she pretty?

At least when she remembers to shave.

If you read Regan's blog, Run Fish Run, (which you really ought to) you'll know she's been counting down things she's been thankful for this month. Which is very clever and if I weren't so lazy, I would probably do the same thing. But one of her blog posts was about MOI and how she was thankful for me. Made me tear up a little. Sniffle. Anyway, in that post, she relates how she met me, and it's pretty accurate. She remembers it a lot better than I do, so I suggest you read her recollection on it as mine isn't as detailed. What I do remember about it:

1. Regan and I met in high school.

2. We met in Comm. I class. She sat behind me.

3. She had a picture of Orlando Bloom on her binder who at the time I was TOTALLY N LUV WITH, OMG.

4. I thought she was a junior, so when she followed me into the gym for the start of school pep rally, I was confused cuz she was sitting with the freshman. I can't really explain why I thought she was a junior--might have had something to do with her being like a foot taller than me (I hate being short) and seeming way more mature. Wasn't until later that I realized the maturity levels were about equal...

5. That year we became totally obsessed with the TV show Lost and were known throughout high school as, 'those weird girls who talk about Lost all the time.'

Regan and I have been through a lot together. We've fought, usually about stupid things. We've laughed at random crap which is only funny to us. We've cried about boys and heartbreak and our families. We've been on the same wavelength for years. Even being 200 miles apart, when we IM each other, occasionally we'll IM the same damn thing at the same damn time.

Here's some things I love about Regan:

1. She's way more organized than I am. When she says she's gonna get shit done, she will GET SHIT DONE.

2. Though we've bitched at each other about stupid things ("STOP BLINKING SO DAMN LOUDLY!" "I WILL WHEN YOU STOP BREATHING SO NOISILY!") she has never gotten annoyed at me for legitimate gripes, like how I borrow books and DVDs from her and then return them to her like four years later...

3. She's really really morbid in kind of a hilarious way. She's a crim major, what are you gonna do?

4. We transition at about the same time, when our interest in Lost waned we slowly moved on to Supernatural.

5. We both like Mexican food. A lot.

6. She's teaching me how to cook.

7. She helped me overcome my fear of cooking chicken.

8. I love how she's obsessed with incense.

9. She drives like a maniac but has yet to kill me.

10. When I got lost on the way to the mall when I first started driving, when she realized how embarrassed I was, she never made fun of me for it.

11. She makes fun of me for everything else.

That's my Regan!

Next friend, going in chronological order of when I met them, would be my first roommate, who I'll call Chester.

I'll be honest, when I first left for college, I wasn't that concerned with having a roommate. When I worked at a stables for a girl scout camp, I shared large room with about twenty other girls, so I was used to it. But let me tell you, I was extremely lucky when I got paired up with Chester. My first college matched us up perfectly. It was almost eerie. I went to a religious private high school in my hometown, she went to a religious private high school with the same name. We have very similar personalities. We kept our room marginally tid
y though slightly messy and shared our food whole-heartedly.

Here's a good picture that describes our relationship perfectly.

And another one.

Basically, what the pictures signify is how much Chester is my bitch.

LOL Just kidding. We had a lot of fun together our freshman year and I miss her desperately.

Here's eleven things I love about her.

1. She can recite the Mummy and the Mummy Returns along with me and doesn't mind watching it thirty times.

2. She was always up for something spontaneous, like walking to Walmart or Wendy's when I was bored.

3. We're going to open an epic publishing company together.

4. She is hugely forgiving, even when I am irrational and emotional. Or when I fight with her fiance. That takes a lot of grace, I think.

5. We insult each other constantly, but always out of love.

6. When I first met her, most of her wardrobe consisted of nothing but earth tones. So every time she wears a bright hue, I enjoy acting shocked and bewildered.

7. She got me into running, when I used to bitch and moan about it, now I sort of like it.

8. One word. Pretear. And all the innuendos that go with it.

9. She's an English major like me, which automatically makes her cool.

10. She has awesome music taste.

11. She lives an hour away from me (from my hometown) but it's always worth the drive to see her, plus it's a really fun drive cuz she lives in east bumfuck nowhere.

That's my Chester!!!

I can't remember if I met Britt (I can't think of a neat blog name for her so I'm going to be lazy and just call her Britt) or Fox first so I'll go in alphabetical order.

Like Chester, I met Britt my freshman year of my first college. She lived across the hall from me and moved in late, because I believe she joined a sorority and then changed her mind. What's lovely about Britt, is she transferred recently, so now she's just that much closer to me. She's actually coming to see me this weekend and let me tell you, I could not be more excited.

Here's us about to paint the town.
Britt is incredibly big-hearted. She's non-judgmental and is just plain fun to be around. Whenever I hang out with her, there will always be an excess of giggling, joking around, and generally being awesome.

Here's some things I love about her.

1. Whenever I see her, she does my makeup and I always look fantastic. (See above.) She is actually the one who taught me how to do my makeup properly. As she would say, it's all about blending!

2. I get the most random texts from her, which never fail to make me laugh.

3. She is completely open about who she is.

4. We have VERY different fashion tastes. She is very trendy and put-together and I am very eclectic. It's amusing to go shopping together because I'll hold
up something eagerly and she'll give me this look that says, 'I think it's weird, but I don't know how to tell her without hurting her feelings...'

5. She makes me feel confident about myself. When we're together, I hit on guys more, and am more secure. Her beauty is the kind of beauty that extends to everyone around her.

6. I usually feel like a loser when I get excited about something guy-related, but she always is excited for me.

7. She never judges and always tries her hardest to be understanding.

8. She is blunt but in a sincere and kind way. For instance, she once commented to Chester, "You know, you have a really big butt." She didn't mean it in a mean way. She was completely serious and genuine.

9. She once bought me underwear because she lost a bet.

10. She got me hooked on Victoria's Secret.

11. I like editing the papers she writes for class.

That's my Britt!

Then there's Fox...I honestly don't remember the exact moment I met Fox. I have no clear memories on the moment we became friends, but I think that's okay. It might've been in ballet class...I took ballet my first semester of college for fun (which in retrospect was a dumb decision, I have no talent at dancing whatsoever.) and she was in that class. She's an ice skater and a dancer and is an incredible friend.

Last year we attended a Kate Voegele concert which was possibly the highlight of my life, because Kate hugged me and signed Fox's capo.

Here's us outside her tourbus.

Here's us in the concert. I know I look high, so no commentary from the peanut gallery.

Here's some things I love about Fox.

1. She loves Kate Voegele as much as I do, and doesn't mind belting out her songs with me at random intervals.

2. She has red hair I'm really jealous of.

3. She doesn't mind cuddling with me or frolicking with me. (Fun fact, cuddling with guys wigs me out but I love cuddling with my friends.)

4. She drives a large white pickup truck which is pretty epic all things considered.

5. She partnered with me for our ballet final even though I sucked at dancing and she is amazing at it.

6. She and I have been on the same path romance wise, and have helped each other a lot I think.

7. She likes roller coasters as much as I do and actually got me hooked on sitting in the very front, which I'd never done before.

8. I started teaching her guitar my freshman year which was incredibly fun for both of us.

9. She bought me the Kate Voegele hat pictured which in turn earned my love forever and ever.

10. She helped me unearth my secret love of chick flicks.

11. When we're 28 we're going to the insemination center together and getting pregnant at the same time. Oh yeah. It's happening.

That's my Fox!!! Oh, how I love her. I miss her desperately too.

And finally, there is Avlbane, who I met last year when I transferred.

Avlbane was literally my first friend here. She was in my Japanese 101 class and we hit it off while studying for our hiragana quiz. She noticed the leatherbound edition of the Chronicles of Narnia and we both discovered a mutual love of C.S Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. And creative writing. The rest is history.

She also invited me to dress up for Halloween last year, which was sweet of her since I didn't know anyone. Which explains this photo...
She was the corpse bride. The woman is a freaking whiz with costumes and crafts, she legit made that costume. I am quite jealous of her skillz.

And finally, here's some things I love about Avlbane.

1. She doesn't mind me nattering on for an hour about my stories because she does the same thing. :D

2. We have very similar writing styles, so when we write collaborations together they flow really well.

3. She mother hen's me when I'm not taking care of myself.

4. She is an all around interesting person, and I never get tired of talking to her.

5. She taught me a lot without knowing it about being open-minded.

6. She is the J.R.R. Tolkien to my C.S Lewis.

7. She founded the Inklings with me.

8. When I've run out of money, she's fed me.

9. She let me come home with her for Easter because I couldn't afford to go home to my parents that year.

10. She is one of the classiest women I know.

11. She has weird terminology and vocabulary that she creates herself that have somehow flowed into my speech...

And there you have it! These are my nearest and dearest, who I love desperately and each hold a piece of my heart. In the words of Sex and the City (because all true wisdom comes from Sex and the City...), "Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just there to have fun with."

Friday, November 5, 2010

A Serious Confession

I have a confession, ladies and gentlemen. A serious one.

This is not easy to write. Not easy to admit. It's hard you see, fighting addiction. And this is especially shameful.

Ok. Deep breath. Here goes.

I am addicted to Hellcats.

I don't even like cheerleaders! I used to make fun of them in high school. When two of my friends discussed the possibility of joining the cheer squad at my previous college, I had to do a very serious evaluation of our friendship.

See, what happened was I was bored one night and randomly hulu-ing and letmewatchthis-ing shows I'd never seen before. And as the CW has a bunch of n
ew shows out and I figured, hey, Ashley Tisdale and Aly Michalka is in this show, and I love mocking Disney channel stars, so why not watch this for a giggle?

Heh heh.

Yeah, obviously that didn't happen. Cuz I watched the pilot. And then the second episode. And the third. And on. And on.

It's ok, I told myself, I'm just a casual fan. This is the same justification I use for Glee. I don't honestly care what happens in Glee, I just like listening to the music and plus Matthew Morrison is really cute.

See? Pretty, isn't he?

Hellcats has a lot of these same elements. Lots of
cute guys, not to mention I drool over Aly Michalka's body. Not in lust. In envy. Why, oh why, can I not have that same body?

I will admit seeing Matt Barr play a very likeable bad boy kind of weirded me out. I mean, he played Psycho Derek on One Tree Hill (where he attempted to murder two of the characters after nursing a homicidal obsession and stalker fetish) and then I saw him play Brad in Ten Inch Hero, where he harbored secret gay feelings for Tad (and Tad did for him too) and strolled in one night absolutely naked and attempted to initiate a threesome with Daneel Harris's character and Tad. (Tad was all for it, Daneel's character not so much.) What I'm saying is, I've seen Matt's naked butt. I mean, I've seen him play real creepers. That's what I meant. Yeah...so, seeing him as a protagonist was really cool.

Took some getting used to, but I even dubbed him the hottest guy on the show. And when he started a relationship with Ashley Tisdale's character, Savannah, I was totally on board with that. If there's one thing I love, it's a bad boy with a good girl. Slowly without me knowing it, I became invested in their relationship.

And then it happened. Not an hour ago, I watched the most recent episode, and GASP, Savannah and Dan's relationship is in trouble! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I desperately started combing the internet for spoilers on next week's episode, wailed and pleaded both Matt and Ashley's twitter accounts, begging their characters not to break up (as if they have any control, HA) and...

Then realized the horrible truth.

I had become a FAN.

Well, now we all know it. Now that I've accepted it, maybe the next step is recovery.

Could happen quickly too, because I swear to God, if those two break up I will NEVER WATCH THE SHOW AGAIN. EVER.

Sigh. This is going to be the repeat of the Dan/Serena Gossip Girl incident, isn't it?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Breakfast at Tiffany's Anyone?

This was my Halloween costume. I spent all month on it. I rather like it, don't you?