Of Getting Shot. And Flying Shoes.

I went to West Oakland yesterday for an interview, and I’m surprised that I’m still living. Seems like my kind of luck would send me straight into gunfire…

But it was interesting. XD The people there were hella nice, and it was a group interview, so all the activities we did were really fun. If I get this job, my summer will be amazing…

While I was doing the interview, my mom went to Oakland’s China town–bad choice. Later on she told me that she was so scared that she was going to get shot that after eating a bowl of noodles she ran to her car and drove somewhere she deemed safe, where she basically spent the rest of the afternoon. Poor mom. That’s what she gets for laughing at my fears of being shot. Or knifed.

On a more random note, I have a pair of flats that I wear a lot that are a little too big for me, so when I run or kick a little too hard they fly off and land a good distance away. Pretty soon people will be saying, “Oh look, there goes Lucy’s shoe again.”

BSOD of the Brain Variety

2 major events shook my life today. (dramatic music plays here–I REALLY NEED TO VLOG INSTEAD OF BLOG)

NUMERO UNO! Carl Wilkens (Wiki here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Wilkens) came to our school as a guest speaker today.

CARL.

WILKENS.

THE ONLY AMERICAN WHO CHOSE TO NOT EVACUATE RWANDA DURING THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE.

I knew the talk would be epic but I did not expect it to be so freaking epic that I would seriously begin contemplating doing humanitarian work in disaster areas. I’d considered it before but this seriously turned it into something that I’m actually going to work after. Where? China, of course. I can speak Chinglishese. That must come in handy. 8D Somehow.

Well, he had this whole slideshow with pictures, and I think the things that got to me the most were:

1. The one part where he read us his spontaneously generated poem “Freedom” accompanied by his wife, an amaaaazing pianist.

2. The video he showed us of the Rwandan women who were victims of some really freaky stuff just singing and dancing and being grateful. Grateful. Of what they had. That’s so inspiring that it’s hard for me to express how inspiring it is without sounding sarcastic in your head.

So seriously, like the facebook page here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/World-Outside-My-Shoes/202254829787040

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world…

Episode 25 of Durarara!. ‘Nuff said. It was fangirl paradise. My brain short circuited at least 5 times and it took me about one hour to get through a 25 minute episode. I guess it was fanboy paradise to a certain extent, too…

KK, GONNA GO GET THAT BEAUTY SLEEP. (not really.)

550DREBELT2ICANONCANONCANONWHOOTWHOOOOOOOT!

“GANBATTE, NIPPON!”

Yelled everyone in unison at the end of the concert yesterday.

It was awesome guys. You know, we’ve raised ~2000+ dollahs? ;o WE’RE AWESOME. Mission is AWESOME. We normally suck at fundraising, but I guess for Japan we’ll do anything. ;D The concert was a huge success, and the 2000 dollahs don’t include money raised from lanyards or Tshirts.

I believe Tshirt orders are closed, but you can order lanyards here: https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dHNudFBnTk5paXBjUlBoV1kwU3RZMGc6MQ

If you go to Mission, give your money to Mika(12) or Maki(10).

In other news…

I’ve decided to post more, even though I haven’t used this blog in ages. I briefly considered simply restarting, but I like my domain name and I would miss my old posts. So now I’m just going to delete anything I dislike and put up some new stuff.

I supposed  the new purpose of this blog would just be… well, its old purpose. I’ll post songs and cosplay pics when I have them, and meanwhile I’ll ramble about awesome stuff that happens. I think I’ll start a chain of stuff where I talk about something random that happened to me that day. There should always be something.

GANBATTE, NIPPON!–yells the entire crowd of non-Japanese people with horrible pronunciation except for the kids who are actually Japanese.

Video of Renai Circulation dance:

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1913879772968

PiratePad

–This was written a LOOOONNNNGGG time ago. By a group of us crazy people. I don’t remember the purpose.–

lolgg.
anyway. Group fanfiction is teh win!

Oh my gawd.

CHAOTIC I TELL YOU
AHA!
wait now it’s unreadable
lilac!
i’m going to kill your eyes with this. 8D
Wait, so group fanfiction? WHUT?!
QQDESU! (to quote Richard.) OMG we could get like 10 nano-ers and write a group nano in 1 day lulz. no. that would totally not flow.
that would be veeery interesting.
…Poop.

This isn’t a group fanfic anymore, it’s just……………………………………………………delicious
Goodbye.
Oh, my god. You killed it.
It will be soon. Oh yeah.
I’m sadistic like that. YOU KILLED IT.Besides, it shouldn’t be about me.

It should be about a butterfly. Called Juicy.
JENNY!! You can make it NC17 then. We can throw in EvanxByakyuran while we’re at it.
Dude no. Also, how would you work butterflies in there?
EvanxByakuran is eyeblinding.
Dude.
I’m thinking.
Maybe they provide enlightenment. WHAT SLY FOXES.<– THIS.
Anyways
Are we writing serious fanfics
No, we aren’t. I’ll answer my own question.Come on, what were you expecting?

Once upon a time, there was a penguin. The penguin owned a weapon of mass destruction known as BunnyDeath. What it did was, it caused global warming. That melted icebergs, sending the penguins into extinction. Which eventually led to cannibalism, and the end of civilization as we know it. Especially the pirate civilization.
It was in this world of cannibalism and increased frequency of EL Ninos (It’s La Nina this year) that Jenny the…um….lvl 9000 sailor girl wizard found herself. It was eat, or be eaten. She liked to eat. Yes yes, very much.
Mr. Fendell came stumbling along the jungle path. Jenny saw it as a chance for a quick delicious meal. Being a sly sphinx, she decided to give him a chance: if only he could buzz a pop culture tossup in a Justin Bieber Quiz Bowl Questionnaire!! The reward to a correct answer was the Queen of the city-state’s hand in marriage…JOCAST–Raven d’Celeste la Maria of Venicia. She hid behind a bunny carcass. Poor bunny. PITY IS NOT ALLOWED, said a Fendellian survivor filled with Fendellian principles, for Fendellian principles are focused on pain being good for the soul. )THERE IS NO UNLESS(to penguins) you are Jenny. And, of course, bunnies are always at the bottom of the food chain EVEN LOWER THAN…(there is such thing as microzooplankton…in Richard’s brain) MICROZOOPLANKTON…waitwhat.

And finally, a nuke came from orbit with the words “can’t stop the rock” engraved on the side. And children, another moral for you: don’t question nukes falling out of orbit despite the fact that nuclear bombs being sent into outer space is unheard of unless you are Richard’s brain >:).)

But anyhow. Jenny discovered a LAZOR and shot the nuke out of the sky, somehow without blowing it up and killing anything and releasing radioactive material in the process. Thus the moral of the story is supported with more evidence: Never. Mess. With. Jenny. The moral used to be never mess with penguins D:
^^Dear Kathleen,
Too bad Nu. It’s not obsolete.
Love, Lord of the Penguins .
^^Dear Lord of the Penguins,
I am the Lord of the Flies(o.O). Therefore I am more hax than you are.
When penguins rot, I get to eat their little corpses.no, you get to freeze to death in the antarctic<- in alaska, mosquitoes and flies have antifreeze (glycerol) for blood kekeke WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?!?!? HE IS DEAD, PENGUIN LORD! Jk.uh. why is this addressed to me? XD Read up to the beginning. Where this all. Started. oh -.- Smart one.=fumes= <3
Thanks, Lucy.
Love, the Lord of the Flies.
Lord indicates male. That’s sexist. Considering how the LORD MAYOR WAS A %@^ING WOMAN damn straight. The lord mayor was a cute old lady. With a large heavy-looking fur mantle thing. SEE, PENGUIN LORD? SEE? She should’ve been lordess mayor -.- No such word as Lordess, sweetheart. There is now, or rather, since the day Lucy became lordess of the penguins. Well, now she’s Archduchess. WHAT?! I HAVE BEEN BETRAYEDDDD O……TL
Quite, my dear beloved… dastardly…. young…… piano-playing………………
…………boy Penguin Lord. <– Boy.

YOU KNOW THIS DOESN’T SOUND LIKE A FANFIC ANYMORE. It never was one.

Richard’s turn:i fold i raise. I HUNGRY I ate rabbits for dinner. And penguins.! And YOU– just kidding. <–This sentence is priceless.but for everything else theres a visa card

I can write blog posts with Microsoft, apparently.

Edit: WHOA IT WORKED.

LET’S TRY THIS OUT.

My printer sucks.

Freud’s circumlocution is IRRITAAATIINNNGG

Fridays are always so unproductive.

AAAAHHH Practice SAT tomorrow. I don’t even remember many of the examples I normally use for the essay. No matter, time to wing it.

Oright, if I’m going to do pointless rambling in order to test this out I might as well do some advertising, too.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/LuSh/152541308124924 WOOHOO FACEBOOK PAGE.

Tumblr is a wannabe –censored- =.= Psh. Lame.

Oh, sh—

I meant, uh, /b/.

FOR THE CHEESECAKE!

I’m sleepy. My towel turban is still eating my head.

Harrharr, sheet music is out!

Sheet music (PDF) : http://www.mediafire.com/?zoyjkmxzygm

I have yet to add the lyrics to the sheet music, but the lyrics for the piano version are here:

I’ve hidden myself away

Deep within myself

The world outside just seems too loud

So I stay, somewhere else

I wonder if you think of me

I wonder if you care

If you really know that I’m still there,

Hiding somewhere near

[Chorus]

I’m unreachable

Unnoticeable

I’ve seen the look you’ve given other girls

Years go by

Tears flow dry

And I know….

I’m unreachable.

I’ve given myself up

locked away my soul

I just cannot stand the way

I seem to lose control

Sometimes, I can’t see

sometimes I am blind

Someone come and set me free

restore my peace of mind…

[Chorus]

Come on, come on, come on

Show me some bravery

Come on, come on, come on

You’ll never get past me

Come on, come on, come on

Come on and be my king

Come on, come on, come on,

Realize, my dreams….

[bridge with the octaves and stuff]

Chorus one last time with a fancy, improvised ending of your choice. :] I’ll prolly post a youtube vid of my actually playing it in my own way soon.

Variety Show

I’m disappointed in you all. None of you except for Lily and Sophie showed up to show their support, for either me or Haiti. Shame on you all.

So, as usual, this will be a very very short post. Just wanted to say that you might find my blog start running in psychology-related directions. XD Haha.

Oh yeah, and you know what conversation my brother and I had the minute I got back?

“Kevin, why are you on the toilet again?”

“I had a stomach ache!”

“And so you spend your life on the toilet.”

“NOOOO, I HAD DIARRHEA!!!”

“So?”

“It HURT! I had to PEE my POOP!”

Lol. He can be very ridiculous.

Hope you all did well on finals! ^-^

Arrivederci!

–

Luna