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Name: Alyssa
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Torrance
Birthday: 9/4/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: I'm a pretty normal otaku in the aspect of fandom. I like to read, write, draw, dance haha, collect pins/manga, YAOI consumes me, err Harry Potter crazed fan, CLAMP in general much props, Hmmm the angst is a must, sad depressing tales of lovers always get me excited (tee hee) Oh! And I have a weird thing for naming my electronics. Heh...yeah.
Expertise: I fancy myself a ramen cook.
Occupation: Currently unemployed, but I'd
Industry: Hahahahahahaha....I try to lay
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AIM:  ScrewyDaMonkey
AIM:  DarkAngelWings5
MSN: moonbay9489@msn.com
Member Since:
6/1/2005
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| WARNING: AFRAID OF SNAKES? DON'T READ THIS ENTRY!  Hello all! My name is Homer, the ball python, and today I'm going to tell you about my day at dominguez! Dominguez Hills is the college my mother attends, and she decided to invite me along for the inaugaration of her school's new president. 
Ready? Ok, let's go! 
First things first, while mother was getting my traveling tank all set up, I did a few morning lifts on the lawn. 
Here I am all buckled up! Safety is very important humans, so always buckle your seatbelt. 
Ah! The ceremony! Phew, was it hot! Mother and Si Si and I decided to sit on the grass instead of those uncomfortable chairs. Besides, everyone was looking at us weird, so keeping our distance was probably a good idea. Si Si mentioned that black-skinned humans are afraid of snakes, which I didn't believe for a second, but mother seemed to fall for.  
(Dominguez on the left, Home lawn on the right) The grass of dominguez was very green and very thick, much better than mother's lawn which is hard and sparse. I got to lay about the grass for a bit, that was, until a pole-lease off-sister (or something) told us mother had to put me in the bag, THE BAG! The nerve of some humans! 
At first, I didn't want to be in that dang purse, I wanted to see the ceremony! Humans walked around in robes and reminded me of the wizard robes from Harry Potter. Some of them carried crosses, oh sorry, "ceremonial maces", and flags and things. It was all very entertaining. 
As much as I like the heat, it got too hot even for me and I actually found the shade in the bag quite comfortable. 
Since I wasn't interested in the rest of the ceremony after the neat little parade, mother decided to show me the rock garden. Here I am on one of the sculptures and Si Si's laughing at me cause I got stuck there. 
I'm wasn't particularly in a laughing mood... As you can see, I still have my bluish tint that indicates I just finished shedding. I can be quite cranky after shedding so watch out Si Si! Next time you mock me, I'm bitting! 
It was hitting around lunchtime, and we decided to stop by a japanese place before going on our way. There's Si Si in green, and mother wearing her sushi shirt, appropriate for the occasion I should say. The boba there is delicious! 
Si Si doesn't know it, but I farted on her. xD 
On our last stop of the day, mother brought me to Miss Jessie's classroom were I was shown around to the kids. I was a little nervous, especially after a couple of the kids started screaming and scooting away in their chairs. But Miss Jessie is my second favorite human. She has a a kid too, Monty's his name. It'd be nice to meet him. *hisses at mother* 
So that was my day away from home! Hope you can join me next time on my next adventure! BGM: "Bad Guy" by The Basilisk in Your Pasta | | |
| It got me thinking. I'm the kind of person that thinks anything is art. When people are offended by art, or the idea something can be art, it's the message that they are really offended by. Most people are outraged about this Vanity Fair pic of Miley Cyrus half nude and how it corrupts her innocence. They look at that people and say, "that's not art, that's turning a young 15 year old girl into a symbol of sexuality and provokity." That's not necessarily what I see. Now, I know Cyrus has her career to think about, and the whole problem isn't that the photographer didn't make a mistake taking the picturing, the problem is how people reacted to the photo. The problem is how people's mentally is before even looking at the photo. Egads! Half naked 15 year old! This is a disgrace! Some have even gone so far as to call it raunchy. Sweet hesus people! I think the photo is very artistic. I think it shows a more innocence Cyrus, almost vulnerable. It may just be because I'm a girl who's open minded about what constitutes as art, but that's exactly what I think that photo is. A very good piece of art.The mood is stormy, yet Cyrus isn't fearful, but her smile reminds me of the Mona Lisa, mysterious and mystical. People's idea about nudity is that they instantly think sex. The media about this one semi-nude photo is completely outrageous. Now, people like biss479 seem to think that the photo is basically a publicity stunt that is subjecting Cyrus to some kind of corruption. For one thing, this picture isn't going to do anything major to Cyrus's career, even without all the profuse apologies. She'll keep trucking along. And that in itself is probably a bigger problem. How accepting the public is torwards these 'mistakes' (not only accepting but also damning, freaking oxymoron is what it is). I agree that our society is becoming more 'sexy' or so to speak. Our fast paced world is becoming more mature at younger ages. Sex sells, yadda yadda. That's the problem, and there is no solution. At least, not one that can keep up with the change. Conservatives can shout all they want, but you can't stop it. You can only evolve and adapt to change, and accept it.  Beautiful piece of art. | | |
| Aw, sorry for talking about soccer all the time (it almost literally consumes my life). But it's soccer that affects me so, and my face hurts gr! So, I joined a ladies team, as I may or may not have mentioned to some, so I play every Sunday with a bunch of people who range from 5- 20 years OLDER THAN ME. Playing with thirty year olds can be fun. :) They remind me of children trying to play soccer, except they are wrinkly. Their skill level is mediocre at best, but its a game and I did it for fun. They all say they do it for exercise, but being a goalie, I barely even break a sweat during these games. Except last Sunday. We were playing the toughest team in the ladies league, and even though they only had 9 players to our full team plus 4 substitutes, we tied 2-2. Now, I don't ever feel bad for getting scored on by old ladies (they're not THAT old after all). I've been off a few months, so my skills really stink at this point. But this game got a little too serious for a fun game to be considered 'fun'. I got not only headed in the back of the head on one corner, but on the following corner kick I got headbutted in the FACE. I wish I took a picture because my lip was bleeding and my nose looked like a golf ball was sticking out of it (well, maybe something a bit smaller than a golf ball...) and my eye was slightly purplish. Not to mention the pain courseing through my cheek. And the girl, well, not girl, but the lady didn't even get a yellow card! It's one thing to accidentally bump heads if your two field players and a reg let's it go, but if on the SECOND TIME a player runs into the GOALIE that is more serious. And now, I insert my rant on stupid referees and their idiotic reasoning that has been building up since my first experience in club soccer! And yes, this deserves capslock: REFEREES ARE SUPPOSE TO BE THE 'LAW' BUT THEY ARE NOTHING BUT DICTATOR SHITHEADS WHO DON'T KNOW THE SKY FROM THE GROUND. THEY BLOW THEIR LITTLE WHISTLES AT EITHER THE WRONG TIME OR THE WRONG TIME. THEY HAVE NO SENSE OF FAIRNESS AND, YES, THEY DO PICK SIDES BASED ON THEIR PERSONAL LIKING OF ONE TEAM OVER ANOTHER (OR PLAYER OVER ANOTHER). THEY ARE INCOMPETANT AND DON'T MAKE THE GAME SAFER, BUT ACTUALLY MORE DANGEROUS BY ALLOWING FOULS TO GO ARRAY AND PISSING OFF PLAYERS ABOUT LITTLE FOULS THAT AREN'T FOULS AT ALL. THEY ARE BLIND, STUPID, DEAF, AND LACK KNOWLEGDE OF THE GAME. REFS NEED TO KNOW HOW TO PLAY SOCCER BEFORE THEY CAN REF SOCCER. BITCHES! EVERYONE CHANT WITH ME! A ROPE, A TREE! HANG THE REFEREE! Ahem, that's my rather condense version of my hatred toward those useless zebras. Ah, if only. But that was Sunday, afterwards I spent much time on editing an essay for english which was due today, but of course! our professor cancelled class (he's supposively sick) and therefore I stayed up till midnight for no reason. As Saira says, at least I'm done with it... I have two exams tomorrow, in chemistry and biology. Should be easy peasy lemon squeezy! | | |
| It's been a pretty full week (and it's only thrusday). Monday, my mom came in town with her neighbor, whose name I finally remembered, Chris. After class I went to met my mom at this nail salon she always goes to whenever she's in town. The thing is, my mom's been going to the same nail salon for almost <i>forty</i> years. And my Pau Pau (grandmother) had went there when she was alive. So it's like a tradition that I should go there. They do amazing work, and at a good price, but I'm not too into paint on my nails. Besides, I wear sweaty gloves almost everyday so the paint comes off in a matter of days. But this time, the lady offered me a free flower on my thumbs and I said sure, and they were so <i>lovely</i>. She put a little gem right in the middle of a white plumaria and I couldn't stop looking at them. My mom liked them so much, she paid to get them on her toes. xD I never felt so girly in my life. The rest of my mom's visit was pretty uneventful. We didn't get a chance to go to the movies cause Chris was too tired, but I did show my mom how to pimp her new Blackberry Pearl. It's frickin sweet man. I put songs on it for her, and set her speed dials. She says she was pouring over the manual DVD (yeah, it came with a manual in DVD format) looking for how to work the damn thing, and was amazed when I just click a few buttons and presto-chang-go! I wouldn't say I'm tech savvy, but it's nice knowing something your parents don't. ;) She had to leave the next day, but I had lunch with her briefly, then had to race over to South's semifinal match! Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick. In more ways than one. The entire game, both teams were pretty evenly matched, and after an overtime, a sudden death overtime, we went into PK's. And in the ELEVENTH round (that's eleven shooters from each team), the frickin score and win. SUCH A DRAG. That's why soccer can suck complete butt. You could play a GREAT game and still lose. The luck of the draw it is. Downey did not deserve to win, but neither did we. And the thing is, SOMEONE has to win, and whoever thought of PK's as the decision-maker didn't know what the hell fairness is. But because it's soccer, there's nothing you can do but get over it. So now it's the end of South's season. I really wanted them to win, with all my heart, I was screaming so loud when our goalie Audrey made a wonderful save in the 9th round to keep us in the game, and was celebrating so much when their 10th player hit the cross bar. It would have been great to go to the finals, but guess it wasn't meant to be. There's always next year. I'm leaving a lot out about how the actual game went, but it has a lot to do with a ref who couldn't call a foul for the life of him and I swear he must of been slipped a twenty from the Downey coach... but I really should get into my hatred for refs, it causes too much stress. We played great, the refs ruined it. Oh, but a good thing came out of my Wednesday. We were suppose to have a quiz in History, but the class before was interrupted by a guest speaker so she didn't get to finish up a lecture. I knew we weren't going to have the quiz that day, but I was so surprised when she didn't even reschedule it. She actually gave everyone in the class the 20 points for the quiz, without us having to take it! So far, she's one of my favorite profs. Tiny, asian, loud, and opinionated! So that cold I mentioned before has been slaying me. I could barely pay attention in class today I was so dizzy. I couldn't train, cause I knew I'd just faint, so I skipped and went home to nap (and I <i>never</i> nap). I felt better when I woke, but I'm always excited about getting paid. ;) Thursdays I do private trainings with this nine year old, Ashely. She's pretty cute with her kid lisp and her clumsy awkwardness. Hard worker, and my first client. I get paid twenty bucks an hour, and hopefully I can get more clients so I can get more money. I know people though who will charge 50 or 60 bucks an hour! I'm not that credible yet, so I thought I'd start out small. My own goalie trainer only charged me 25, so when I start getting better, I'll charge more. *laugh manically* I need a real job though. But I got no skills! D: Tomorrow I'm going to the doctor's. Ah! -Alyssa | | |
| If there is one thing that I miss terribly about xanga that facebook never really replaced for me was the opportunity to tell in long script the details of my days. Sure, I could write a note of it on facebook, but I feel that facebook is too much like a myspace and not enough like a blog.
Not to mention my dad has now befriended me on facebook and so I have become wary of the whole application altogether now.
So I find myself returning to my old love, and finding the new private page rather confusing, I believe I'll just stick to this little site for now.
As far as blogs go, xanga's always been there for me so I'll see if I can relearn the ropes of this trade.
My life as of now, is going haphazardly well. I have set a comfortable pace of school and classes, and my "job" is bearing its fruit. I have become a rather sturdy student and my alma mater is two games away from holding the title of CIF! If we gain that title, we are gifted rings which have been my goal since I was in high school (seems so long ago now...) Being that I am an assistant coach, I get a ring too! Oh how I'd rub it in all my old teammates' faces...
But let's not count our chickens before they hatch. We play Downey, who had beaten us earlier in the year, though we had not but five of our normal starters. Should be a passionate game, if South is up to it.
I'm happy to say that I finally got my ears pierced. Painful as it were, it has been five weeks and one day since, and my right ear got its first infection. I don't know whether it was because I sleep on my side, or if I'm allergic to anything not gold, but the swelling has gone down considerably, and thankfully the hole itself didn't close up as I've feared.
Unfortunately, not only has my ear been infected, but I've caught my sister's cold. Just as well that I'll be staying up late tonight to write an essay I'm not positive is due tomorrow (oh how procrastination has its excuses). Because my house for one reason or another does not have a single tissue box, I have been forced to use up two toilet paper rolls which left my nose as red as Rudolph himself I'm sure. Tomorrow will be an interesting day if I sneeze a bijillion times during lecture.
I would like to take the day off to recover, but I have not missed a class at all this semester, beside that one incident where a gunman was walking around campus, supposively, and people didn't bother to go to afternoon class so the professor had to cancel it. (Even then, I wouldn't call it missing class since I showed up anyway) Oh, and it wasn't a real gunman, just a ROTC guy walking around with a gun made of wood and the police got trigger happy. Interesting day that was.
My mom's coming down for a few days, and has taken the liberty of inviting her 70 or something year old neighbor who gets the privilege of sleeping in my sister's bed (my sister will be camping it in the living room). I really don't know how exciting the visit will be when we have the elderly tagging along, but we are getting our nails done (expected from my mom) and possibly seeing a movie. I hope it's Sweeny Todd which I have yet to see, but the gore might be a bit much for the tiny lady's heart.
Oh dear, I suppose I should clean my room, that neighbor's house is like a museum, and I shudder to think of what might happen if she sees my room. Might pass out from the sheer, er, disorganization.
On another note, I have defeated The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess for the gamecube and is in absolute awe! It was easy to play, and only a few times did I have to look up what to do next. After killing Ganondorf, and his death was so beautifully rendered, I reverted to my old past time of OoT and found my right thumb looking for the camera button on the old N64 controller. xD Imagine my dismay, when I could not rotate easily around Link in the fashion I could with Twilight Princess. Gr. But overall, I'm ready to play Twilight Princess AGAIN, even though I just beat it. I was hopeing that by finishing it quickly, I wouldn't become distracted during exams, but that seems to have backfired since I'm wondering around all over for poes and heart pieces, without the aid of a guide. Saira gets so mad when I ride around on Epona or run around as a wolf instead of warp like a normal person, but I love the view. The world of Hyrule is breath-taking in this new version. I especially like the Castle Town, where as the day grows, the hustle and bustle of a city build and just, oh! I just love and hate the realism, but, that's a rant for another day. ;)
Aw, now that I've typed up a rather unhealthy amount of boredom for anyone caring to read, I think I should start up that essay... though my backup plan is an essay I wrote back in my junior year which should suffice for the topic of my composition class. More time to read Laocoon's Children some more, though, good times for me!
-Alyssa
(don't feel offended if I don't reply to any commenters who might consider commenting on this rather bleak journal of mine, I have no intention of befriending people on xanga, just spouting nonsense in a public form :] and yes that is hypocritical in some ways and I don't particularly care) | | |
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