The Adventures of a Dorky Bum

The Situation, Insofar as I Know It To Be: A while back, during the Miss USA pageant, Miss California (Carrie Prejean) was asked by Perez Hilton what she thought of same sex marriage (and Hilton, class act that he is, later called her a bitch and a cunt for giving that answer). This caused a mild media firestorm for a few days before people went back to not giving a fuck about the Miss USA pageant. But more recently, Prejean has popped back into the news circuit because a series of topless photos of her have surfaced on the Internet. These were apparently taken before she entered into the Miss California USA competition and could indicate a breach in contract, as participants are screened beforehand and asked whether they have ever been photographed partially or completely nude. Oh, and she may or may not be involved with anti-gay marriage advocacy groups.

In summary, Miss California lied about taking topless photos and now Donald Trump gets to decide whether or not to snatch away her shiny pageant crown.

( La Trump announced his decision today. )

P.S. Miss California may be the one making the news, but I thought Miss Rhode Island's were hotter.

I finished Pokemon Diamond a while ago (in March) and this has been sitting on my computer since then. I figured I should go ahead and post it instead of letting it languish on my harddrive.

Ending time of game: 106:38. That's in hours and minutes, folks! Amazingly fast, innit? What was I doing the entire time?

( This is my elite team of creatures that beat the shit out of other creatures. I feel just like Michael Vick. )

You know what would have completely redeemed the Star Wars prequels?

( FEEL THE FORCE. )

C'mon, you gotta admit you'd pay to see that on the big screen.

I read Meggin Cabot's The Boy Next Door about a month back on a whim. It started off mildly amusing and a bit cloying. Then it got worse from there.

( Not so much a review of the book as a rant about its irritating main character. )

( NOW WITH BONUS FAUX NOIR! )

Well, it looks like I sold out to the Man. The Russian Man, since Six Apart sold LiveJournal to SUP Fabrik. So now all my links are in Cyrillic and Mulder's funky glasses-wearing head looks like it's a spaceship headed for the planet Olmeca Tequila.

On the other hand, I can now use up to 30 userpics and am allowed comment-editing. Sweet!

P.S. Buy Olmeca Tequila! They are my corporate overlords sponsors.

I've recently been trying to progress on Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty (I suck at stealth) and keeping up with the news on the upcoming Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots.

( And this just occurred to me. )

God forbid that I should ever try to be cool. Therein lies pretension.

Curses, Linda! You've glittered up my Superman! Kal-El, son of esteemed Kryptonian scientist Jor-El, will never stand for this blatant indignity upon his person. He is going to get his bestest friend forever (BFF! OMG!) Batsy and open a can of whup-ass on you. Hard. And don't even try blaming it on Luthor, you hussy. For one thing, the glitter isn't comprised of Kryptonite particles. For another, it's not even purple.

Hey, dudes and dudettes. Anyone else out there ever had felt an attraction to those of the one-dimensional, paper-and-ink persuasion? Yes, I'm talking 'bout cartoons. It's not only that they rock, but they also can be surprisingly, dare I say it... sexy. Let's take a look at some of MY favs.

( On to the Anatomically Incorrect People! )

Woohoo! World's Finest! Clark and Bruce! Trailers made by fans splicing together offical stuff! YAY!

Hey, lookit! Red and yellow! My layout's in Flash colors! That wasn't even intentional. At least, I don't think so.

( I GOTS EGGS. )

Other than that, I got nothing else I want to say.

Posted @ 12:55 PM

Just saw the tagline from the new movie "The Perfect Man" featuring Heather Locklear and Hilary Duff.

"Every woman wants the perfect family... friends... and the perfect man."

Fuck you. No, they don't.

More on this later, upcoming Chinese final at 1:30 PM.

Proposal: Find some good, accessible, not-too-seedy clubs in the OC that we can reach by OCTA. Or find a friend willing to drive.

Objective: Pretty obvious. It's been a year at college, and I haven't even had one decent night of clubbing.

Status: Err... it's the end of the year already and nothing's happened.

Well, that was pretty much a wash.

Now, typing up my brand spanking new shopping list for next year, lest I forget.

1. A futon
2. A large light or lamp
3. A set of silverware
4. Two bowls (1 large and 1 small)
5. A plate
6. A pair of chopsticks
7. White picket fence

Things to do this week:

1. Interview some people at the LGBTRC for my anthro essay.
2. Interview random employee at Alakazam for my humcore essay.
3. Ask: Anyone interested in filling out a survey on anime?

M. Kao - taking advantage of people's good will since 1986.

At behest of sister, I shall update.

I am still alive. If anybody (by this, I mean the two people on my Friendslist) is worried, be assured that I am of sound mind and body. And no, this is not the beginning of a last will and testament.

School could be better. Fandom could be better. Writing could be better. I could be better. But I'm extremely lethargic right now.

And I lost part of what I was going to post. Basically was gonna make fun of my brother's perceptions of girls (but in a nice way, he just doesn't have a ton of experience with the fairer sex). Or, as he likes to inform me, I'm not really a girl. o.O

( Here, have some quiz results. Amuse yourself. )

And now bid adieu to this waste of time and space.

I hurt all over, thanks to 2 hours of cardio on the machines yesterday and more exercise today.

( Moral of the fitness story. )

In other news, the data jack through which I get internet access is not working. Freakin' scared when that happened. Thought Big Brother ResNet was after me again. That I had done something to arouse their righteous anger and they have risen from among the Irvine faculty heavens to smite (smote? smoten?) me.

First thoughts: AHHHHH ! Gottavirus! Gottavirus! Gettitoff! Get it off! No virus! Bad virus! How am I gonna get it off when Norton Antivirus isn't updated and I CAN'T get online to UPDATE THE DAMN THING????!!!!! WAAAAAH! I'm gonna DIE computerless!!!!

Second thoughts: Was it the pr0n? Because that wasn't mine.

Get that fixed tomorrow. Bed now.

ETA: The day after I posted this, the UCI people fixed my internet jack. So urm... sound and fury, baby. Sound and fury.

I had a cunning plan to deal with my parents and get them off my back. It was foolproof!

( My 6 Steppe Programe )

Of course, all this hard work and masterful planning was laid to waste by ( my sister's alternate (and way too reasonable) plan. )

Curses! Foiled! *shakes fist at sky* DAAAAAAAMN YOUUUUUU, GRAAAAACE!

Yeah, this journal is pretty ugly. It'd be a lot prettier if I was willing to spend money. Or time. Or resources. Or had HTML sKiLLz0rZ. 'Til that day comes, you're stuck with this yellow eyesore.

( Rant on how no believes in me. Boo hoo. )

BTW, now I know what it's like to have people hash on your flow, Grace. Remember the 'I want to be an actor' crisis of '04?

Remember, kids, you aren't a success unless you publish a novel your freshmen year of college!

Oh, and yesterday during the drive to Irvine?

( Convo on attending AnimeExpo. )

ETA: I know Mom and Dad only want me to try out new experiences because I don't seem to be producing anything and they don't want me to become a recluse. But the social thing? Not too good at it.

New journal. Whoop de doo.