Crazy to think that it's 2010, meaning that it's a new decade. And now I just realized, this is the first full decade I've lived through. Born in 1991 means I don't count for the full decade that was the 90s. So weird.
Continuing the tradition of years past, here are the random stats of this World:
Total posts: 162
Average/month: 13.5
Average/week: 3.1
Down from 197 posts last year, but I'm not sure I'll ever beat that.
Last night at the restaurant was...good stuff. I mean, it was better than most nights in terms of workload and money, though we did tons of people. Reservation-only rocks my socks off. Plus there was lots of food and wacky hijinks, which is always a good time.
I got home at 11:45 and, with nowhere to go, came into Chat to ring in the new year. Turned on the TV and found the ending of Tennant's first episode of Doctor Who, and I've been watching it for...well, yeah.
I decided to hole myself up in my room for the weekend, which honestly isn't that unusual except that I notified my parents about it:
And I've been holed in Chat watching it for the past seven or so hours with TC, Arch, Japan, and now Wayward. Oh good fun.
So the popular consensus is that 2009 is the last year of this decade, so let's go with that. With regards to ten years, the perspective is that I was eight years old in 1999, probably just sitting around and playing video games and waiting for New Years to come. Sparkling grape juice was going to be my prize, along with being allowed to stay up late and celebrate.
As I got older, into middle school, me and my friends decided to have parties. I recall one year with Lorenza, Waffuru, and our friend Liz, which was spent in the basement with Pepsi Holiday Spice soda, video games, whatever was on TV, and just random stuff. Come high school, it became habit to just go to Waffuru's house and celebrate the new year, which included soda, pizza rolls, video games, TV, anime, and general wacky hijinks.
Last year I worked, and it was a blast, if a bit tiring, but still cracktastic, before again rushing to the waffled ones place to celebrate. This year? Not quite sure. (Waffles, if something is going on, text me, don't call me. XD) If nothing else? Hanging with my peeps at the restaurant.
Doctor Who marathon for the weekend! 8D
Ahem.
But enough about that. How can I review a decade? I can't, so I won't. But I do know that as I look over the past few years, I have to sit back and realize I have a wonderful chronicle of six years of my life here with myOtaku and Oh My, Plotholes. It's crazy to think I can look back on my life so easily, and I realize this with every turn of the year.
Now, the bullet points of the year.
- Graduated high school.
- Started college and survived a semester.
- Met and made awesome friends at college. Thank you, art peeps.
- Got a 4 on my AP Art portfolio.
- Wrangled another job, this one in the art building.
- Started a relationship that has reciprocated feelings. Craaazy...
- Amazing band trip to New Orleans. New sights, new sounds, new smells, new memories. For the first time, I cried tears of happiness as my oboe buddy won 1 of only 3 solo awards. I was genuinely proud.
- Became friends with so many people here on the site. Nehs, Trip, Kei, Japan, redj, Ace, Wayward, Missay, Ducky, and ffff my brain has gone.
- Epic ACen.
- Epic roadtrip and Youmacon.
- Celebrated one year of Movie Sign. Still going strong.
- Found a new depth of enjoyment and intrigue with art.
- I grew up.
And so, farewell 2009 and the first decade of this millennium. Catch ya in 2010, can't wait to see you when I look back again in 2019.
Over the past two years, I've really broken down this mysterious front I have with my family over my fantarding. They're more aware of the things I watch and what I'm reading and why exactly I spend money on outrageously expensive items related to some Japanese cartoons and obscure television shows.
It was just something that came with my senior year of high school, I think. I suddenly decided...why should I care? I used to be rather secretive and embarrassed to share my hobby with my family members, now I really don't mind at all. My brothers will always poke fun at me for liking what I like, but I don't care because I enjoy them.
I'm baking the rainbow cupcakes for work with my parents watching Kitchen Nightmares on BBC America. The family room is right next to the kitchen, so I'm listening to music and listening to the TV at the same time. I was wiping a utensil dry and the credits came on and an advertisement for Doctor Who's "End of Time, Part 2" came on. My brother, who had been watching, goes, "The hell is this?" so I popped in.
Kat: Yaaaay!
Brother: You watch that? What is it?
Kat/Dad: Doctor Who.
Mom: Look, it's your boyfriend.
Kat: Oooh, I only wish...
Mom: You have Tom...
Kat: I know, and Tennant's pushing forty...
Dad: So like, is this the end or they bringing in a new guy?
Kat: New guy.
Mom: They really go through those actors, huh?
Kat: You could say that.
Dad: THE END OF TIME. MWAHA HA HA HA HA.
It's easy to see where and how I got my own fantarding gene.
Which is, in retrospect, one of the most ridiculous things to learn when you're eighteen. But that is indeed what I learned today, that you can easily buy bubble wrap in the office supply aisle of Meijer. I never really paid attention until now, when I bought a box and saw several varieties of bubble wrap I could've purchased as well.
I woke up a bit earlier than usual so that I could eat lunch with the idkbff Lorenza at Sushi Station, my first experience with the kaiten style. I had forgotten about that whole "snow" thing and took about ten minutes cleaning off and prepping my car, so I got there a wee bit past noon to find Lorenza and our high school band director, Struyk, hanging at a table. (I knew he was coming, but I still got a kick out of it.) Since I was at the end, I'd have to command one of them to grab things off the belt for me, which was amusing when it would cut into conversations.
It was good stuff, and I also got to eat squid, octopus, and eel for the first time (amongst some other things that weren't notorious enough to remember). Octopus was my favorite of the new things, as it tasted good and was...kinda chewy.
Afterwards, I hitched up to an appointment with my new psychologist, whose name I've already forgotten. See, I had one guy for like, eight years, and then all of a sudden, he just vanished into retirement. No forewarning, just poof. So now, new guy. And new guy has to learn about me. Also keep in mind, I don't need counseling, but I do need the medication I get, which is why I have to keep going got him. And here he learned that at least one of his teenage clients is a total piece of white bread:
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Do you drink?"
"No."
"Do you do drugs?"
"No."
"Marijauna...?"
"No."
"Hm. *writes down*"
"I'm clean man. I'm boring. I'm square. Me and my friends, our idea of a party is drinking Pepsi and eating pizza rolls and playing video games 'til 3am."
"That's good. Nice that you said no to everything, to be honest..."
In doing a review of my life, it also enforced to me just how not-bad it is. My depression is linked to my hypothyroidism, so even when I don't take the medication I'm alright. I love my parents, I've got a future, I love what I'm doing, I've got a boyfriend, I have two jobs, I have lots of friends. I never thought of offing myself, even when I was undiagnosed. I'm too much of a wuss to do it and I, frankly, have stuff to live for. Also, people would be pissed off at me.
Then I did a run to Hobby Lobby, since I acquired a giftcard through the bro and sis-in-law for Christmas. Unfortunately, I need to hit that place up on sales, since I wasn't really willing to pay the full price for things (Prismacolor products, I'm looking at you). Hopped on over to the aforementioned Meijer, picked up ingredients to make more rainbow cupcakes for the New Years Eve grazing fest at work, then came home and crashed. I think I'm supposed to be getting ice cream tonight with Lorenza, her boyfriend that I have yet to meet, and our friend Meghan, buuut I'm not sure right now...
I've realized that over this break, I really don't frickin' do anything. Let's face it - I've got four weeks to be as sloth-filled as I want, and I'm probably in the 90th percentile for that.
Last night/this morning/in-limbo, I went to bed at 2am, far earlier than I have been. Of course, I didn't fall asleep until past 3, which sort of negates the victory. And then I wasn't up and out of bed until 1:15pm or so. I guess I'm alright with it but it's kind of annoying to wake up and have the sun set in three hours. At least in the night I've got peeps to entertain me, right? Still, merr.
Ah - uh - hmm...
OH man, there's something I've totally negated posting about! It seems kind of redundant and stupid to be talking about RiffTrax Live Christmas Extravaganza, which happened nearly two weeks ago, but I'm going to go ahead and talk about it anyway because of something amazing amusing that happened.
Ryu joined me in this adventure and we got to the theater at like, 6:40, finding it nearly devoid of life forms. So we sat and amused ourselves, the theater slowly filling with people until it was roughly half-filled. Then the thing started.
So without fanfare, the boys came out to a simple announcement, there were cheers, I squeed (Mike in a blue sweater) and then I said, rather loudly, "Oh my God a Doctor Who scarf!" because Bill was, indeed, sporting a scarf ala Four. And then they riffed on shorts, and it was all great fun, some slow spots but also some brilliance.
When I got home, I bummed around and then noticed that on Twitter, Bill had said the following:
BillCorbett - Thanks everyone for the nice words about #RifftraxLive! We had a blast, and hope you had fun too. @alyankovic, thank you!
But also:
BillCorbett - P.S. "Doctor Who" scarf? That's fair, except that mine was longer. (OH yeah, I said that, The Doctor. Whachoo gonna do?)
To which I said:
Kataoi - @BillCorbett Or is that just 'cause you're shorter than the Doctor?
Not expecting anything in return BUT OMFG WHAT IS THIS:
BillCorbett - @Kataoi No!!! ...OK, maybe. (...OK, YES.)
'course, I didn't notice until two hours after the fact, but I did reply with:
Kataoi - @BillCorbett It's okay, I'm short too. We can be height-challenged buddies (with rockin' scarves)!
Friggin' frig' frig' friggin' - YAY INTERNET!
