TWO THINGS THAT I REALIZED TODAY THAT REALLY HAVE NO IMPORTANCE BUT I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU READ ABOUT THEM ANYWAYS:

Q: dylan asked me why MSI was SO HIGH on my last.fm playlist (www.last.fm/user/plot_hole). it was a good question - if any band were to appear as my most played (ipod, cds, computer, etc.) it would either be the Clash or Depeche Mode. approximately 6-7 hours later, i realized...
A:OH! because i work out to them!

Q: why do i think Adachi is such a cutie, even though he's kind of a huge douchebag?
A: because he has a cute MOD haircut

yep. that's it. i sleep now.

i can thank sam for my next blog inspiration.

he writes/reviews manga for a website called Popcultureshock. the manga staff, including him, often do roundtable discussions with various topics: best/worst of year 20whatever, author hierarchies, what cliche character are you, etc. and, naturally, having my own opinions about manga, i always want to copy. but i'm usually limited to a basic knowledge along with my shojo collection. (which is okay! it's kind of like cooking - i enjoy it, but don't feel the need to be an expert. i just enjoy as i go.)

anyways, this one is more relevant, so feel free to browse through for other examples. www.popcultureshock.com/manga/index.php/features/manga-recon-roundtable-manga-2/ (Manga as Real Life)

switching to caps in 3...2...1...

My life leading up to know would most resemble Hot Gimmick, although the hierarchy that exists within the housing complex would most likely apply to my academics much more than social classes. I'm not a carbon copy of Hatsumi, either, but probably a safe mix of her and Akane, and, considering I don't have any siblings, it's more accurate that way. (I've also never been subjected to sexual assault by models, but there you have it.) My love life up until Sam was a hot mess (and it still could be, if I wasn't wise enough to handle myself), and resulted in me being stretched thin, either as a result of a man's selfishness or mine. Self-doubt and shyness was a big part of not being able to make clear decisions as well. But while my popularity with my male counterparts rose, my image declined in the eyes of others - much like Hatsumi's peers and neighbors. Although, like Hatsumi and Akane, I didn't turn into the town bicycle. I swallowed my pride and followed my inner nerd. Thank god.

While I haven't read all of it, in the recent months, my life sobers and grows closer and closer to resemblance of Solanin. from what I understood (and this was a while ago), the main character is close to my age, with a boyfriend, both with a lack of funds and a lack of drive. Although I don't hate curry.

Switching questions...

I don't think I know enough manga to really pick one series that would be ideal. My immediate instinct would be the glamor-filled world of NANA...but while I, too, would love to make my voice my career (perhaps in a different way), the extreme anguish that results from each person's relationships just isn't worth it...even if everyone IS beautiful.

Even though there are a million comics out there and I'm only supposed to pick one, I'm going to just give in and say...Sailor Moon. Because there are elements of magic, mystery, love, and cats. And awesome costumes. Also, it would be really, really pathetic if I didn't say something magical-related.

But if I had to pick something more realistic? Oishinbo! I think I'd be down with being married to a hot food critic and constantly sampling Japanese cuisine.

dear mom,

i really appreciate you looking out for me and helping. it DOES improve my motivation. so i don't want you to think that your efforts are useless.

but really. please. PLEASE stop sending me job postings. i am going to bullet out the reasons why.

• firstly: i am not in any union. therefore i CANNOT apply for union jobs. so please read the entire posting before sending it to me.
• second: I AM NOT A WEB DEVELOPER. JUST BECAUSE I CAN PHOTOSHOP A GREAT LAYOUT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN PROGRAM ONE.

actually, that last rule applies to EVERYONE. please stop thinking i'm a genius. i'm really not. i can't code worth shit. so please, PLEASE stop sending me web-related job postings. it's only a reminder of how my degree contradicts my skills.

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one nice thing, though. a photographer friend of mine (www.imbrognaphoto.com <--- yeahhhhh plug) told me that "i was the best model he's ever worked with" and that i should seek print modeling jobs. for jewelry, clothes, etc. obviously not as full time, or as a top model. but it was a nice light in this dark hellhole tunnel of unemployment.

YO SANTA FE. YOU SELL LOTS OF TURQUOISE. PUT IT ON MAH FINGERS. TAKE A PICTURE. DONE.

P.S. i got a new layout! courtesy of total win, btw. go check out her stuff.

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do you ever look at yourself and go:

if i was a guy, i would TOTALLY date myself.

( i do! )

hmm...haircut ideas abound...

so

i have:

- hello kitty wallet
- hello kitty socks (many of them)
- hello kitty credit card
- hello kitty earrings (fuckin' AWESOME ones, i might add)
- hello kitty sewing machine
- various hello kitty containers (candy and such)
- hello kitty band-aids
- hello kitty water bottle
- hello kitty necklace (with adorable sterling silver charm, courtesy of boyfriend)
- photographic evidence of the hello kitty 35th anniversary @ Royal T in Los Angeles
( whoring myself out for Sanrio )

recently, upon doing a routine clean-up in my room, i found

- boatloads of chococat stationary/stickers

on top of which, i just bought with my Shanalogic Xmas giftcard

( MOAR, MOAR! )

sighhhh. wish i lived in Tokyo...where i could wear more ridiculous things without being chastised...

all right...laundry time.

p.s. Depeche Mode likes to sing about dresses a lot. OoOoOoH a motif that fits to the puzzle.

ETA: DEAR WORLD, I AM NOT IGNORING YOU, I AM JUST SICKER THAN I'VE EVER BEEN IN THE PAST THREE YEARS. SO CUT ME A FUCKING BREAK. OH YEAH GEE I ALMOST FORGOT THAT I ALSO JUST GRADUATED, GEE, MAYBE I WANT TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF INSTEAD OF HOPPING ON THE JOB TRAIN GREAT KAY BYE.

the first night all week that i can actually stomach something that is not chicken soup and what does my mom make?

FUCKIN TEMPEH.



who in the world took a look at this shit and was like OH YEAH THAT LOOKS LIKE BEE POOP LET'S EAT IT.

don't get me wrong. i am the biggest health freak out of all of my friends, no contest (i am actually thinking of all of them and going, oh yes that is correct). i could swim in tofu, i love anything green, i eat meat maybe 1% of the time, and if it's fried, good luck. but tempeh is seriously one of the most vile creations - probably made by the same idiots who think that soy cheese is a substitute for real cheese or that peanut butter should remain unsalted.

not only did my mom make tempeh, but she DOUSED it in a vat of red onions, one of the most vile vegetables on the planet.

all i want to eat is a block of cheese HOLY SHIT. i've been hungry all night. here is a list of what i've consumed today so you can see what a sick person who is semi-restrained yet still hungry does when he/she is permanently unsatisfied:
- oatmeal
- corn chips
- bowl of chicken matzoh ball soup minus the chicken plus an asston of rice
- carrot chips
- half a bottle of martinellis apple cider (this counts due to sweet factor)
- whack-ass tempeh
- 2 helpings of spinach and wild rice
- 1 and a 1/2 baked apple
- english muffin, 1/2 peanut butter with hemp and flax seeds, 1/2 strawberry jam BUT NOT IN A SANDWICH THIS IS IMPORTANT
- plate of odd snacks, including: french pickles (cornichons - sp?), cheese with green chile, and crackers

i broke down and went for the cheese. holy shit it was worth it. i wish i could stuff my face with a tamale plate RIGHT NOW.

the fact that i am actually doing a survey when i have little to nothing else to do and am not procrastinating on homework means that i am deep in the layers of boredom hell.

( BOOOOOOOOORED. )

i would give anything to not have sam leave.

with the end of the year there are always the predictable top 10 lists. some of them are useful, such as Popcultureshock's "Favorite Manga of 2009" (brought to you by none other than my manga dictionary of a beau), while others set their sights on celebrity faux-pas or personal lists of where they've gotten their yearly doses of venereal diseases.

i think this year i am going to create a mix-media list of "The Top 10 Things I Could Care Less About in 2009". This will include everything from movies to books to tv shows to gossip to fashion trends...anything within my peripheral vision in this very large hot mess of pop culture.

COMING SOON TO AN APATHETIC UPPER-MIDDLE-CLASS BLOG NEAR YOU.

( click if you like to share my insanity )

Dexter Season Four finale:

O.o


( Spoilers ensue - I warned you. )

okay. three weeks. three solid weeks until i have to leave L.A. and I'M FUCKING DONE WITH SCHOOL.

I AM FREAAAAAKING OUUUUUUUUUUUUT.

things i need to do before i leave:

1. eat at the grilled cheese truck
2. go to a comedy club. any comedy club.
3. see Chelsea Lately
4. see a fucking movie in an awesome movie theater
5. go to a goth club, because apparently LA is the only place with a real scene

and an unofficial 6: get drunk somewhere with really great drinks

really, i should add "find a job", but i don't want to bring that woe upon the internet any more than you.

yesssss these are things to dooooo.

helllllo LJ, we haven't met in quite a while.

i haven't been writing, you see, because i'm a butt. that's pretty much the solid reason and i can't offer a better one at this moment. i've had microblogs in other locations (and no i do NOT mean twitter, i just mean of less substance than the journals i've posted here previously) but none have really had the satisfactory feel that you provide. OLD SCHOOL, YARRR.

first, a basic update. it is thanksgiving now. i am still in LA, working for Cartoon Network. it's...ok? great? it varies day to day. there's a terrible disillusioning process involved because i am really starting to realize that the majority of my coworkers see it purely as a job - just as they would see any other job. how can cartoons be so uninspiring to others? it doesn't compute.

i've made friends though, and that's all i can really ask for. connections. hopefully ones that will come to fruition, and quickly!

my parents are in town for a few days and thank god because i miss them every damn day. i'm really used to being away from them, and it's not that i can't handle it, it's just that i don't like getting comfortable with that feeling.

we're going to the Tonight Show with Conan tomorrow. and then to fancypants Thanksgiving in Santa Monica.

that's it? playing cookin' mama.

anyways. i think i am going to change the format of this blog, because if i leave it up to regular updates it will just never happen. so it is going to be more of a "WTF" or "APPROVE" blog. rants/approvals to come soon (like - hey, you hipster-fawning girl, please get the hell away from my boyfriend - or - dear cousin who is the same age as me: why the fuck are you engaged and when did your brain get eaten by life-destroying maggots? - or - i saw two corgis today! APPROVE)

i guess the corgi one is the actual update - i saw two on the pacific coast highway! i would have stolen them, but i think my parents would have noticed.

Bryan Lee O'Malley at the West Hollywood Book Fair this coming sunday???

yes, plz!!!




i wish we lived in a world where animated people lived with regular people. but i am also delusional sometimes.

you know how Portland is book heaven? LA is comic book heaven. so far i've been to Meltdown Comics, House of Secrets, and two stores in little tokyo (one had shelves upon SHELVES on manga....for every book in english they had about 3 in japanese. but still! SHELVES UPON SHELVES OF RARE MANGA).

so happy.

wisdom teeth out tomorrow. i am reminding internet land so that hopefully any companies trying to schedule interviews with me will get the mental memo that i will not be around and therefore will not drop me from their interests.

*cough*TOKYOPOP*cough**cough*BANGZOOM!*coughcough*

went to a theater-y reunion that was pretty swell in the way that no one showed up that i wanted to kill or punch in the face or punch in the face while killing. i barely talked to chav, but chatted with a bunch of people who seemed to remember a whole lot more than i did. also, nick invited me to do trapeze-y things sometime, so i may take him up on that. yay circus!

i had some sort of dulche de leche (?) cake this evening at a neighborhood dinner party and it was simultaneously the most delicious cake i've EVER had and the most disasterous for my intestinal system.

also attended an afternoon santa fe opera house staff picnic/field day. nothing terribly notable, but it was fun. and i saw a CORGI. who's name is WOOKIE.

OOOOOOOOOOF.

balls.

one of my favorite all-time bands, Harvey Danger, is breaking up.

they are playing a series of final shows, in areas that i will not be (they're hitting boston again, but unfortunately it's in august. why couldn't they do it earlier?)

i'm glad i did get to see them, if only once; it was one of the best performances i've ever witnessed...

i wish i could say something more in tribute. a little piece of me is hurting, somewhere...yes, they have influenced me that much.

( i guess i'll post some lyrics )

HOLY CRAP I AM BEHIND THE TIMES BUT LADY GAGA IS GREAT.

i have the internet, but it is painfully slow. therefore anything that requires flash is just nill and any time i click on something there is a 10 second lag at the least. for some reason, LJ decided that i was going to post before i even wrote anything.

i am home. it is relaxing, if not boring, but it doesn't bother me. the only thing really missing is sam; it's not like i had much of a social scene in Boston anyways. the only difference here is that there is a bigger likelihood of me running into people i'd rather not see.

perks: no failing public transportation or creeps hitting on me (nm, i work at the opera, it's just less frequent), BETTER FOOD, BETTER BOOZE, kitties, parents.

while i like dogs, i'm much better with cats, as sam and i found out my last weekend when eric brought his friend's dog to the apartment to babysit it while she was at a weekend-long rave.

DOG: I AM BORED I AM A DOG WOOF BOWF.
ADRIEN: EEE! it's so cute! let's play with it!
SAM&ADRIEN: ....
ADRIEN: do we...dangle string in front of it?
SAM: i don't...think so?
SAM&ADRIEN: uhhh...?

maybe i shouldn't buy one any time soon.

things i have done/read since summer vacation started:

Here is Greenwood (fabulous, actually non-dramatic shojo)
Maison Ikkoku (i think i finished it in about a week - i haven't been up until 4am reading manga since Angel Sanctuary)
Nana 16 & 17 (Hachi + Nobu hopes are starting to fade)
Oshinbo "Gyoza and Ramen" (classics make me hungry)

i'm downloading "Honey and Clover", and i need to finish Angel Sanctuary. also need to read that Yazawa series still up on onemanga. man, i am behind.

i've come to a conclusion about american comics.

there are certainly artists i like, although i find it much more difficult to keep up with releases, follow artists, and find recommendations than japanese comics.

i tried Adrian Tomine, but his stuff is a bucket full of awkward expression. can't do it, sorry.

i'll stick to Maison Ikkuko for now.

another note: i feel like i shouldn't be this tired during the summer. at least it's nice and gray outside. it's muffin time.

		I will marry Travis Touchdown.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Seoul in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 4 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Gray Epona.
		I will spend my days as a Web Comic Artist, and live happily ever after.

because everything more or less sucks including this week and people keep managing to leave me out of shit even if they tell me about it beforehand (no suprise, nothing new), i'm making a new favorite things list:

cute animals
smoothies
gin and campari
suda 51
megatokyo