Thank you for your pretty offering, Indi-Cat. ;p
'Lo, mortal! Thou hath stumbled unto the realm of Ceiling Cat. Fear not, for she is merciful. Flee not, for she is kind. But know that if thou put forth thy foot into tomfoolery, thou shalt be Judged, and it shall be good. (For me. ;p)
But in all seriousness, this is my blog. I'm Kei, one of the News Editors for the site. I don't bite (hard), so don't be afraid to approach me. I'm actually quite tame.
...I have a strange feeling that I'm going to be mauled by Twilight fans for that headline on the OA this week. >.>;
Pray for me. ._.
(Also, GODDAMN ECONOMIC COLLAPSE, WITH YOUR HIRING FREEZES!! >_< )
Okay, so my laptop has decided to crap out on me. Therefore, I won't be able to do Japan Land until I can either get it fixed or get my old laptop or something. --;
I have no idea why it decided to. I haven't dropped it or done anything bad to it. *sigh* I can't catch a break.
Barack Obama won.
I'm late with the slew of posts that have probably been made all around the internet, but hey, I don't really care.
I'm just glad that our nation proved that we can look past race, among other things, and choose a candidate to lead our country that we believe can truly make a difference.
I've been an Obama supporter from the beginning, but I also respect what John McCain tried to accomplish with his campaign. He fought the good fight. America just chose the other guy.
But, now all we have to do is look forward to the future with President Obama. Let's all hope that we can fix our country, then improve upon it.
I was dragged out to family's houses last night, hence why there was no OA and the kanji lesson didn't go up. The latter I've already taken care of, but since I don't want to throw off the rotation, I'm going to wait until next week and do a double OA feature.
Sorry, folks.
So.
Today I decided to venture out into this great big world of ours to do a little exploring and some job hunting. So I wake up prior to the crack of dawn because my stepmother is kind enough to offer to drive me to the nearby Metro station. Cause she's awesome that way.
So I get there and I get hold of a farecard. Sweet. Access to railway system granted. :D I make my way into the heart of D.C. and due to the fact that the D.C. Metro station is weird (either that, or I'm not used to subway systems), they ask for you to pay exitfare instead of paying before you get on. Crazy. (Also, yay italics!)
I have no problem with this, as I have a farecard. Until I put it in the machine, got it back and found out it costs $2.90 to get from my house to the Metro Center in Downtown D.C. Eesh.
But it's no big deal in the end. I'm bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to see D.C.!....after some breakfast.
So I mosey on down to 14th and F and come across this café at the National Press building. (As a side note, when I got here and saw the escalator for the National Press Club, I heard the Angel's Chorus. I ask you: Am I not a journalist?) So, after eating my nearly $9 scrambled eggs and toast (!!!), I head out on the streets and promptly encounter every writing major's one resolute weakness: A Borders.
DUN DUN DUUUUUN.
....Yes, I went in. Part of me wishes I hadn't though, as I wandered down to their reference section and came across a book entitled "Dirty Japanese". I will leave to your imagination the words and phrases I learned today.
After my slightly scarring diversion, I decided to head on down the street and continue my quest for employment.
Only to find a Barnes & Noble.
Powers That Be, why you do this?
So after leaving B&N, I finally no longer encounter anything I'm curious about. I make it over to 12th and finally start seeing the major federal buildings all in a row: The Department of Commerce, The Department of Energy, The EPA...
And then I hit the Smithsonian.
AHHHHH.
I didn't go in (namely because I wasn't there to sightsee, but to find employment), but the tourist in me kept calling. So I ran. Like a scared little forest elf. (Points if you get the reference.)
Unfortunately, a federal motorcade decided to block my way. I don't know who it was, but I'm thinking Cheney as there was an ambulance as part of the lineup.
*rimshot* I'm here all week, folks. (I also took pictures. loltourist)
So, after that, over hill and dale I walked. I walked all the way from the Metro Center for L'Enfant Plaza, which while that may not seem like a long distance, I did it in heels. Which I will never do again. EVER.
After switching to my flats, I decided to take my stepmother's advice and get the heck outta dodge to beat the rush hour traffic. So I get on and head back home...and I come to realize I have no idea how to catch the bus home.
Ain't. That. Peachy.
Fortunately, the terminal operator was a very nice man and kindly told me which buses I needed to catch to go home (and that it would have been a heck of a lot easier if I had stayed on the train for another station. --; ).
So I make it to the general area of my home and hoof it the rest of the way back to the house. I get the storm door open no problem.
Big door; big problem.
Key doesn't work. Ode to Joy. So, I call my dad, who calls my stepmother, who tells him that both keys do work (when, in fact, only one does). So Dad call back and says "Try them both again" despite the fact that I actually tried both keys five times. I make it a sixth and I tell him I'll chill out in the backyard until my stepmother comes home because SURPRISE!: Keys still don't work.
So as I'm outside chilling, quite literally, as the wind chill factor is actually evident, I think to myself: "What would Batman do in this situation?"
Unfortunately, as I am not rich enough to have my own combat butler, the ability to call a locksmith or the ability to ninja-kick the door open, I do the next best thing.
I channeled Macgyver (HAPPY, AL?!).
And by that, I mean I used one of my old ATM cards to slip the door lock and break into my own house.
And now I'm here.
....I'm tired.
