Announcement

Okay, so I know you'll all absolutely hate me for this, but I need to make an announcement.

The Hikari as Not Seen on TV... is going on hiatus. Maybe I'm slightly pathetic. I didn't even last a month in the blogosphere. But hey, we had some good times, and I'm sad that I'm going to have to leave this now.

My 18-credit fall semester, being on the crew team, working as an editor and writer for the school newspaper, changing majors, and writing this blog is just too much on my plate. I decided to cut Hikari as Not Seen on TV and give myself a little less stress.

If you feel the need to rant at me, comment, or just want to keep in touch, please message me on AIM at AcidicAngel247. Thanks in advance for your understanding.

Note that this is not a permanent hiatus... but it is a hiatus with no as-yet-foreseeable ending.

-Alyssa

Face-Palm Time

I spoke to Marlie earlier today and I'm more than slightly concerned.

Marlie: "Fuck."

Me: "Hello?"

"Hikari, I screwed up." She sounded extremely shaken. Usually Marlie's tone is cool. Collected. Sometimes amused. But never trembling and quiet. I couldn't imagine what had happened to make her sound like that. I had been walking and talking on the phone, and I actually sat down on a bench somewhere.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, nothing physically. But I messed up and now I have to drop one of my classes."

"What? Why?"

"The professor and I... had an argument."

Apparently, she had been in her first Intro to Philosophy class this morning. The professor, for whatever reason, had wandered onto the topic of rebirth, soul mates, what happens to the soul after it dies, etc.

He asked the class, “Who thinks one soul can latch onto the other and hold onto it for eternity?"

Marlie raised her hand slightly, then put it back down. The professor noticed it.

“Marlie, was it? Do you agree with that statement?"

“Maybe. I was thinking that I mostly believe in the idea that a soul can find its other half. It’s more reasonable to believe that two halves of a soul would gravitate toward each other in life than two separate souls."

Here, for whatever reason, the professor disagreed. “I’m not sure about that. I really don’t believe in soul mates myself.” (Just on a side note, I hate it when professors insert their own opinions into the class…)

“I do.” Marlie wasn’t letting this go. Maybe just because she’s Marlie. Maybe because it was early. Maybe because she missed me.

“Do you have any proof to back up your belief?” he asked. According to Marlie, he had “a stupid little shit smirk on his fucking face”. She couldn’t resist.

“Yeah, I do,” she answered. As horribly as this situation ends, I can’t help smiling right now as I picture her stubborn chin jutting out and her lips clamped down in a scowl. She’s so beautiful and so… Marlie, when she gets all fired up. “I’ve met the other half of my soul.”

Here, the professor outright chuckled. “Uh-huh,” he said, clearly not believing her. “Well, I encourage you to return here in fifty years hence and tell me if you still think this person’s what you think they are.”

“I would, but you’ll be dead,” Marlie answered.

Everyone, face-palm with me right now.

The professor took it as a death threat, though Marlie only meant that, seeing as the man is about 60 and smokes three packs a day, it’s unlikely he’ll make it to the age of 110. He kicked her out of the class and tried to make her get a ‘fail’ for it, but she’s going over to Academic Affairs to argue her case this morning. Oh, Marlie… I hope you stay cool-headed enough to impress the secretary there so she’ll sign you up for another class…

No One Likes Bush. Especially President Bush.

Is it just me, or can anyone else hardly wait until our president is out of office?

Ugh. No one even needs an explanation anymore. This man just absolutely sucks. I don't know if any of you voted for him, but I hope you really regret doing so now.

I remember back in 11th grade, I had to do a huge debate on whether or not the US was justified in invading Iraq or not. Two days before my presentation, Bush was like "Hey guyz! Invasion time!" but I continued to do my project anyway. My conclusion on the matter was that we were not justified in invading Iraq. First of all, none of Bush's claims stood up to scrutiny. "We have evidence that Iraq has millions of factories where it manufactures biological weapons." What evidence? If you don't believe me, you should check out the Iraq on the Record Report, compiled at the request of Rep. Henry A. Waxman.

The report focuses on the top five most important officials in US government talking about Iraq: President George W. Bush, Vice President Richard Cheney, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, Secretary of State Colin Powell, and National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice.

It finds that an astounding 237 of the statements made by our government officials were misleading, uninformed, or simply dead wrong. The most misleading statements/lies were made in respect to Iraq manufacturing biological or chemical weapons.

Bush lying on record is blatant. “We found the weapons of mass destruction. . . . [F]or those who say we haven’t found the banned manufacturing devices or banned weapons, they’re wrong, we found them.”

Ugh. I'm not normally political at all, but this is disgusting. Of course, Iraq isn't the only place that our president's fucked up, but you guys either know this or could go read about it for yourself. It pissed me off especially today because I saw and agreed with the following photo.

(Click on the photo for a link to the larger original.)

VA & Kid's Show

I'm not sure if I have Violent Acres listed in my blogroll, but if she isn't, she should be. Note to self. Anyway, you should check out this journal entry. Not because she's controversial about everything, blah blah. Not because she's cruel. Just because she fucking mentioned dog agility! Shit yeah! Everyone should do agility with their dog. My beagle and I took a training class, and, besides it allowing our competitive spirits to shine through, it's a hell of a good time. You'll meet some weird-ass people, maybe (at least in the backwoods of my city), but you should totally get into it. I'm still impressed. That, and she's taking plumbing classes and stuff. Not important. Get into dog agility! Read her blog!

And maybe watch some Wonder Showzen while you're at it. Extremely inappropriate and hilarious. I'll update more seriously tomorrow. Right now it's 95 and humid and I can't think rationally.

Business + Stuff I found

Let's get the business stuff out of the way first.

1. I added a little link at the bottom of each post that says 'Track with co.mments'. You should do that. What it means is that if you comment on my blog, then confirm that you want to track the comments on that particular post, it'll email you if I reply back in comments. I was sniffing around, discovered it, and declared it useful.

2. I also added on a search function to your left. Now you can search my blog if you remember me saying something you liked (or didn't) and want to find it.

Stuff I Found

• Uneetee.com: I don't know if anyone else's heard of Uneetee.com, but it has really interesting t-shirts. Some of them are clever, some are weird, some are gross. And all of them make you go "Wtf?". If I could pick one out for myself, I'd definitely do Thunder. Or maybe Bamboo Shoot. Or maybe T-Rex Romance. It's a shame I need no more t-shirts or I would seriously raid this place.
• Ant City: Okay, there may not seem to be a clear goal in this game for you to focus on. Let me explain. Take your magnifying glass with your mouse. Move it over a person. Click and hold the left mouse button. Now BURN PEOPLE. There's something extremely satisfying about causing this amount of destruction.
  
• Short Stories: A collection of all sorts that I found recently. I like to read original stories sometimes in addition to fan fiction, but epic novels that are original are usuallly... bad. Short stories are generally better. The ones on here don't all match my preferences unfortunately. That said, I like the sci-fi section.
  

Postcard

(Above picture is a copy I found online.)

Back of postcard:

Hikari,

Classes are fine. I just talked to you yesterday and I know you are fine. It doesn't matter. My friends here are fine. They don't matter. When can I come visit you this fall? I miss you. I love you. Call me.

-Marlie


I miss Marlie.... and it's only September 5th. Ugh. The year ahead seems damned long.

Myth #7

The past few days have been both awful and wonderful. Wonderful, because I've seen a whole bunch of people I missed. Awful, because I've had to help people move shit in almost endlessly. Also awful, because I was right about Elise stressing me out by being my room mate. So far, we've gone on three walks around midnight because she was feeling "depressed" and thought that walking outside talking about unimportant shit would solve her problems. I was also right about the fact that the two new room mates we have would be complete and utter ass. God, I hate being right.

Last night, I came back in around 11 and was ready to go to bed. I walked in to Rachel, Elise, and Nico discussing what one of our room mates had done. According to them, Randi (one of the room mate slut girls) stumbled in possibly drunk, plopped down on my amazing $10 chair, and started talking super-loudly on her phone. They'd been watching TV and thought it quite rude. She then marched back into her room and slammed the door.

Elise, Rachel, and Nicole guessed Randi had been drinking, but I knew. Why is it that, of all the super abilities I could possibly have, I had to have the power to recognize the smells of alcohol, sex, and cigarettes all rolled into one? The booze smell was strongest, sex a bit... fainter (I know what it smells like, I'm still a virgin, shut up), and cigarettes faintest. I think she just walked through a smoke cloud at wherever she was...

Anyway, I crashed around 11:30. I then got up around 1:30 to pee because Elise had given me some Vitamin water two seconds before bed (thanks, roomie), but someone was in the one toilet stall we have. I was waiting by the sink, bleary-eyed and half-awake in a huge t-shirt and boxers, when this guy walks into my bathroom. My bathroom. In our all-girls suite.

Me: "????"
Him: "Uh, hi. I'm (insert room mate here)'s boyfriend."
Me: "Kay."

He looked like the most enormously stereotypical jock you could possibly imagine, no joke. He had broad shoulders, a huge barrel-like body, and a thick sausagey neck. Holy crap, jock. Anyway, one of the room mates came out then and was like "hey" and I was like "uggggh", went in to pee, then fell back into bed.

I know I keep saying "one of the room mates", but I really can't tell them apart. They're like fucking clones of each other. They're both freakily straight-haired blondes who dyed their hair a dark brown. They're both tan. They both wear enormous quantities of makeup. They both have the same lilting voice that makes every sentence a question. "So I was with this guy? And he was like hey? And I was like you're not serious? Oh my god?" Extremely fucking annoying. Hopefully, they'll both overdose on something or get kicked out of our room for being caught with beer. I don't care which happens, but it should really happen soon.

This morning, I trekked over to the Honors office to find out if I could register for an Honors class. Because I'm an overachiever like that. See, I've figured out the method to my madness. I do semi-okay in classes when I have an easy schedule. I do really well in classes when I have a crazy schedule. That's my reasoning. I'm taking 18 credits. Wonderful.

Having successfully registered for the Honors course, I realized I had a half hour until I had to attend it. Damn. I wandered back to my guy friends' suite and was all like "Hey guyz, want to eat?" Only Brian was hungry, so I ate a quick breakfast with him before class.

The class itself is sort of literary. Its theme is the "altered state", which is a very general topic. We're reading Alice in Wonderland, Slaughterhouse-Five, etc. It'll be really easy for me. I was amused to learn that my friend Dave is also in it. Why was I amused? #1, Dave is the only guy in the class. It's Dave and Twelve Girls. That should be like a sitcom. #2, Dave does not have a creative bone in his body. He's an all math-and-science type guy, which are areas the Honors curriculum fails to cover, lol. Our first assignment is to create a two page fairy tale involving altered persons. This will be epic. He's still working at it after two hours of hard work. XD Even better, this Thursday in class, we have to read our fairy tales outloud. Excellent. Oh, and #3? Dave is one of those weird geeks you see who went prematurely bald and looks like he's about 40 even though he's only 19. He's awesome. Liam and I both thought he was a professor when we met him last year.

I also suffered through my Accounting class today. I fell asleep in it. In the first class. Great start or greatest start?

By the way... Myth #7. Hikaris prefer light, bright colors like pink or yellow. Yamis prefer dark colors like black or navy. (Source)

I got one lovely vote from Michelle, who claimed this myth was false.

PSYCHE. It's true. Let's compare wardrobes.

Mine:


Hers:

That’s about the main jist of it. For whatever reason, this stereotype fits us. The only variation is that I have two black shirts I rarely wear. Marlie has one bright blue shirt. I bought it for her. She wears it occasionally. By that, I mean at like, Christmas and Easter. Maybe.