It seems Sundays are the days that we love to spread memes. And because I'm bored and love it when my comments hit double-digits, I'll throw this one out there.
So add to that comment count and I'll hit the reply button with:
1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Tell you which color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7. Tell you my least favorite thing about you.
8. Challenge you to post this on your journal I've ganked this from enough people so this might be null. But yeah.
Today was quite the day, as it involved a lot of eating of new food and fighting my way out of having to see "Step Up 3", the former of which was very tasty and the latter being successful.
Some issues made this another weekend with just me, Terumi, and the arsenal of friends that make me feel very out of place being white. My main partner today was Angela, who was Chinese and therefore understood none of the Japanese being tossed out. Huzzah not speaking languages!
After killing some time at the mall, we went to this kind-of festival at this supermarket, Mitsuwa. It wasn't really a festival, I mean, there weren't booths or anything, just one main display, some games (like catching the goldfish with a paper paddle), and food. I had octopus balls (which are good!) some sort of chicken-on-a-stick (also good!) and yakisoba (still good!). Some time later, this group we had collected went over to a Korean karaoke place to do just that.
There were nine of us crammed into this small room. Worst was that we only had an hour to sing, because there was a line and we were basically getting kicked out...Good news, it was very cheap. And even better, I got to sing four times. We sang in pairs, mainly because two people would agree on a song or somebody else would know it...I did Alejandro, Bye Bye Bye (I know, shh), Bohemian Rhapsody (which the whole room ended up singing), and Don't Stop Me Now.
What's really fun is just getting totally into it and belting it all out. You can't hear yourself sing, but everyone else can of course, yet the mood is so lax that it's really a time to have fun. I was only nervous for a little bit, but then afterwards got over it and had a good time. I later got complimented on my singing, which is really funny. Still, I had a way good time with DSMN.
I woulda been a weeaboo and sung some Japanese songs, but the lyrics on the screen are in the characters, not romaji, so I was totally screwed. I was able to remember most of Fukai Mori when my friends sang it, but dang if I don't have the voice to hit the chorus.
Anyways, I'm tired and sore, so...see you tomorrow. :V
As soon as I rolled out of the driveway early this afternoon, I discovered I had a flat tire.
One tire change and many killed mosquitoes later, I was on my way to Borders, armed with a coupon.
AND I ACTUALLY BOUGHT A BOOK OMFGWTFBBQ
Along with Otomen 7. :V
But I couldn't find Doctor Who Magazine 424. :(
The book is "The Great Typo Hunt", about two dudes who go out and and fix the typos and grammatical mistakes of the public world. Fingers crossed that it's good.
And in other news, I updated my banner! Yes, I feel the need to point this out, since you probably got here by means of a link that auto-places you to the post on the page. :P
"Hey do you alread(y) have plans for tomorrow?!?!"
"What's tomorrow?"
"...You have to ask?"
"loljk"
And I am burnt to a freaking crisp.
Yesterday afternoon, I was text-message-assaulted by my idkbff Lorenza, asking what to do for my birthday. And I had nothing. She and her co-conspirator, our friend Meghan, then decided to take me Raging Waves, this huge waterpark down a little ways from us. They picked me up a little after 9, we got in at 10, and then the fun began.
The place is awesome, and since it was a weekday, the lines weren't bad at all. Bunch of different slides and things, some with rafts, some not, all gone on at least twice. So much chlorinated water up the nose, but it was so worth it. I haven't had so much in forever, and we did a lot of reminiscing to middle and high school while waiting in line.
The people at the locker rental counter also gave me a sparkly wristband because it was my birthday. This is known throughout the park as being special, since a bunch of the lifeguards told me happy birthday. ...As they pushed us down the slides of turbulent water.
Still, it was AWESOME.
On the drive home, I realized that I had to go to NIU tomorrow for orientation work. That was probably the worst part of the day.
Upon coming home, I took a shower, revealing how bad the burn is (but definitely not as bad as my epic burn from last year, of which I couldn't sleep on for two nights) and managed to drag myself online for a bit to see what was up. I was exhausted.
HOLY CRAP INBOX CRAMMED OF STUFF
So I put that off and went out for Chinese with my family.
Came back and, before cake, I managed to scope everything out. I was Facebook assaulted like no other, as well as being attacked on DA and very much here as well. Yikes!
Then there was cake. It had lots of sprinkles on it. Mom and Dad gave me some money, a sketchbook, inking pens, and a shirt. Good times.
And here I sit, tired as all get out but very, very happy. This is probably one of the best birthdays I've had, and really, I am so grateful for you all dosing out the b-day love. I'm crying at it all. Really.
Thank you to everyone who spammed up my Facebook wall (since several of you cross territories). Thanks to everyone who signed my guestbook with the same wishes.
To my fake-sister Robyn, who drew me this when I really didn't expect it AT ALL. Aghahaa I lu u.
More thanks to Nehs, Trip, 1dev13, Shishou, Timba, Wayboy, Furry-Chibi, TC, 'gome, bell, Ace, and TomaKuchiki for the gifts. YAAAY sprite-things!
And I am so forgetting things, but my brain is absolutely fried. Really, thank you guys. This has been a great day.
Time to change the introduction...
KAT STOP POSTING WE DON'T CARE
7/31/10! You know what that means? Seven years ago, a wee little Kat who was aged eleven started foaming at the mouth because it was the date myOtaku was finally revealed. A whole summer had been spent waiting for whatever the heck Adam's new secret project was.
Thanks to the magic of the internet, you too can see what theO was like back then!
But here we are, seven years later (no pun intended), and here I am, still here. I'm pretty sure little Kat would be going "What is wrong with you, get a freaking life", so all is well.
Actually, I encourage you to go peek at the archives of ye olde theO. The grey version seemed so full of life, what with comments and all. *avoids bricks*
