〜クリスマス〜

Jingle bells, jingle bells, oh my gosh those jingle bells are annoying...

So, the official decision. I am NOT going to California. Nope, nope, and nope. I'm going to be stuck with my brother and his wife, but it's still ten times better than being bored to death on a car trip.

Hopefully it wont be too dreadful, though. I'm hoping Britty can come hang out and stuff.

Also the last blog post for this year. Here comes 2010!

~Kimiko

Comed as much as I Could!

The other day my mom was calling for me to come upstairs. I ran about halfway up and yelled back, "I comed as much as I could, mom!" Of course it's incorrect grammar and spelling, but it's still fun to say.

Anyway, I thought the intro would cheer you and myself up. Today is not the happiest of days for me... I really wish it could have been better. Also, my mom is insisting on a huge amount of both chores and homework completed before I go to the dance tomorrow. Of course, it doesn't help how she turned to me and said, "I have so little faith that you're actually going to do anything tomorrow, so you'd better just not hope to go at all." That hurt; and she doesn't care that it hurt me. Perhaps she was hoping it would motivate me--and it does, to an extent. But I'm motivated by anger to prove her wrong, and maybe that was the point... but it also makes me want to curl up on my bed and cry myself to sleep.

The other problem today... it also irked me. I was told something that made me beyond happy. But then I realized that what they said was a joke of sorts, which hurt.... and that did make me cry. The worst part is, I cant blame the person for what they said. But it still hurt....

As for Christmas... this season, we're going to California. To be honest, I don't want to go. But it's either that or stay here completely alone, which is less appealing than going. I would love to spend the holiday with my friends, but I know that they'll probably be spending it with their families as well. So I will be spending the 19th o the 28th in California... -sighs-

That's it for now.

~Kimiko

Death or Cake?

Choose! Death or Cake? 

"Cake, of course." 

"We're out of cake. Now you will have death!"

"Nooo....!" 

Or something like that. I probably ruined the joke. If you want a better, more accurate version, ask Britty. She's the one who told me the joke in the first place. :D 

Oh yes. So, for a while I've been wanting to put up an excerpt from the language I made up, aka Lasitian. Well, it's not really an excerpt... or a language. It's more of a code that looks complex to an outsider, but in actuality is very simple. I'm not going to tell you the code of course, but I will explain the rules. 

1. All words must be treated as if they are capitalized. 

(i.e. I Love To Draw Pictures)

2. You only change the first letter of each word and every other after that into Lasitian. The only exception is with words with four lettered words and even lettered words. Here are the examples:

1 letter word: I (just use I) 

2 letter word: Me (use both M and e)

3 letter word: Him (use only H and m)

4 letter word: That (use T, h, and the ending t)--also the exception with translating

5 letter word: Tiger (use T, g and r) 

6 letter word: Better (use B, t, e and r)--usually with an even amount of letters in a word, you will end up using the last two letters in the word. You still use the first letter and every other after that, but you also use the last letter. )

3. The pronunciation of Lasitian is pretty much the same as Japanese. (A-'ah', E-'eh' I-'ee' O-'oh' U-'ooh' )

Hopefully you understood that. I'm still not going to give you the actual translator, but this is something translated into Lasitian:

Ojiru oen bevi dazetanuruza bezejazen. Rashtava, ojiru oen dazetanuruza avija ras eru ezija. Rade rafumijavite? Veru soja evi azataru edemzi kiza roviru yade eru jeruja--rade kija onuja roviru ezija rade oton vevija bemshta kita ras eru eziru. Ras damzaru, ki soviza kijajazaru nivin anuru ojiru beruze amzi jejarude. Ezija oen oes im date yajiza eru soviza ejiyen kivija ojiru... bevi ezite veru sovi jenushta evi eru jeyeteteye. Veru kruza ki sovita. Eru nijiza ezija vejita anuru im yaruta ojiru sojateye oruvanuva. Oe nivija ronuru eru jeruja sovita, jeja oe bejita ojiru oeja. Ava sovita oen evi anuru raziden romiva. Rade raru fadevite oete berujijifu. Eru rateva fadevite vevi date favinutava enunnuru ezin kin veruta. Eru fadevite ezija oe oviru... ava oviru, kiza ava manuvite yade jejiye roruru. 

Tickled to Death!!

I am a very ticklish person by nature. If you read this, however, it does not give you permission to tickle me in the future. My dad, however... he knows more than just how to tickle me. He knows how to torture me. He knows how to hit the worst points on me until I'm literally rolling on the floor and screaming for mercy. No joke. Yet again, reading this does not give you permission to tickle me. I do not like being tickled in the least!

Now, onto more important subjects. My artwork, for instance. It has improved vastly between now and the last blog post. I have started a new style of sorts where I don't use black unless I have to. It looks more realistic. Plus, I've been adding backgrounds which just looks plain awesome anyway. Here's one of the pictures I've done recently:

Overall, I'm quite happy with this new style of mine. You can see more of my artwork on my DeviantART page. If you have the time, I'd love if you'd take a look. :D 

Anyway, that's pretty much it for now... 

Kimiko, signing out!

Gwaahhhh.....

I'm so tired right now. I really, really want to go to bed. But, nooo! I have to do this blog post first. So, people who are watching this and stuff... Do you know what pixel basing is? If you don't, well... it's when you take a picture, make a pixelated outline of it, (but you draw through the clothing and the hair) then you color it in with skin tones, and voila! You have a pixel base. Then others can add their own hair and clothing to it. It's basically for people who cant draw. :D

So, yup, all the updates for now...!

Kimiko, signing out!

Madeleine's evil sonnet of DOOM

How hard it is to forget things long past,

These are the things that haunt me in my dreams,

Imprinted on my memory to last,

Remembering the shrill and piercing screams.

 

Waking up wide-eyed and in a cold sweat,

Dark purple shadows lie under my eyes,

Knowing worrisome things are to come yet,

Listening to the cruel and hurtful lies.

 

Death follows me as I walk the cold streets,

Always hovering and confirming my fears,

Wishing I could find some safe, warm retreats,

Ducking my head so I may hide my tears.

 

And so I continue with my haunted life,

Always seeming to feel the cold, sharp knife.

Here's the one sonnet I was complaining so much about writing! Well, now it's up here. It's not in perfect iambic pentameter, but as I was recommended to put it up by a certain teacher... I thought, "Well, why not?" And even though I may sound like I have no humility if I say this... but I think it's an awesome poem, too. =^w^= 

So, for now....

Anna, signing out! 

BLEEP

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

By the way, I'm not sure if I spelled it correctly... the title, that is. In third grade (or maybe it was fourth) we actually had to learn how to spell it. But ah well, that was a long time ago!

Did you know that sonnets are really annoying to write? I'm supposed to write one for Creative Writing, but I'm having the hardest time with it! Okay, so maybe the problem is that I'm trying to write it in iambic pentameter... It's supposed to be written in iambic pentameter. I'm having a bit of difficulty with the rhyme scheme too, but not as much. Maybe if I stop trying to write it in iambic pentameter it wont be so difficult? I mean, we're not supposed to for the class. Just sonnets are generally written like that. Blah! I need to stop ranting about this right... NOW.

Oh yes, today I made up three characters (it was all today, because I made them up at midnight. Though technically when it turned midnight, it went back to eleven o'clock... now isn't that confusing? Stupid time change...). Anyway, their names are Deryus Sigik, Camina Fysk and Jehan Takyr (I might change Jehan's last name though...). Deryus is a mercenary by trade. With his black hair and heart, he can make you shrivel under his icy glance, thus incapacitating you to the point where you're useless against his swift and deadly attacks! Camina on the other hand is carefree and easy going, always finding the silver lining on the clouds and able to enjoy the little things is life, even though she can be totally clueless at times. Jehan is not like Deryus or Camina in any way--he's a fire eater by trade, a clever trickster that can entrance you with his fiery conjugations and pull you in with smooth words until you're right in the palm of his hand... he's also very flirtatious, so watch out for him!

Oh, yes, a word on the Halloween Dance. It was a fantastical success! Even though I felt absolutely miserable, it was still lots of fun (at least for others). I think the only downside was having to work in the Fear Factor room. That didn't work out very well for me at all! When you walked in it smelled awful, and then having to watch people try to gag down vile concoctions... well, yeah. So, bad for me, good for everybody else!

I think I'm done ranting now. :D

Anna, signing out!

P.S. I actually did spell it right after all! It's on Dictionary.com too. Fun, huh?