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Ok, I gave Armada a chance. I watched up to episode 3.
I'm sorry, but it's way too kiddy and repetitive. Find the Mini-Cons! Oh God, don't let Megatron find them! Ooooohhh!!! Um, no.
Really awesome concept, but really bad execution.
I'm afraid the only thing I liked about Armada were Megatron's and Starscream's designs, and Megatron's voice.
And seriously, those kids are re-tard-ed. If I was Optimus Prime I'd be like, STFU, give me the Mini-Cons, and then you can go on with your pathetic little lives. I mean, God, 12 or not, kids that age are not that fucking stupid. I was not that stupid at 12. Sure, maybe a little immature, hyper, and silly, but I wasn't stupid. Let's see... at 12 I was in... end of 6th grade, most of 7th grade. Uh... That was the best year of my entire academic career so far. That was the year I started writing. My first story was over 100 pages, and I was 12 when I wrote it, and aside from the beginning lacking only because I had just started writing, that story wasn't that damn bad either. STUPID SHOW WRITERS AND THEIR STEREOTYPICAL VIEWS OF CHILDREN. NOT ALL CHILDREN ARE FUCKTARDS, OK?! Well, actually, in America most of them are fucktards, but I won't get in to that.
The kids in Armada are not 12!! They act like 8 year olds! GEEZ, GET YOUR AGES STRAIGHT YOU DOUCHES!
Also, the animation bugged the hell out of me. The transformations were like fucking Sailor Moon- no, actually, they beat Sailor Moon in obnoxiousness because they actually managed to be longer with all the fucking Mini-Con features and crap. C'MON, I DON'T WANT TO WATCH YOU TRANSFORM FOR FIVE MINUTES WHEN I COULD BE SEEING SOME ACTION. And seriously, if transformations took that fucking long, I think every Transformer would have died because they just would have picked each other off while they were transforming.
As for the actual animation... They made the robots move like a Godzilla made of molasses in January. WTF?! They're alien robots, they're allowed to be fast and agile, people.
Ok, I'm done ranting about Armada. I like the concept of the Mini-Cons, it's just the idea was executed horribly and in a very unoriginal way. Armada fans out there, don't kill me. I don't hate Armada, it's just I think it could have been executed in a much more creative and original way. And they could have made the kids more intelligent, and less like the stereotypical dumb-little-kid-that-wants-to-be-a-hero that's in just about every cartoon in existence.
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| Sunday Apr. 20th, 2008 at 7:41pm |
| Psh, dead people? Nah, I see Death... |
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I went over to a certain friend's house today, and we watched this cool movie called Hogfather. It's one of those movies that was adapted from a book, this one being Hogfather (omg noway!) by Terry Pratchet. I just want to say.... I'm sorry, but Death was so cute!
That sounds so weird, even for me.
I've always liked Pratchet's Death character. He's absolutely hilarious in the books. HE SPEAKS IN ALL CAPITALS and gets to wear a Santa- er, Hogfather costume, complete with fake beard. OUR DEATH DOESN'T DO THAT, gosh. It's hard to describe without sounding all pervy/necropheliac (sp?), but, despite contrary belief, Death is one sweet guy. Or, er, skeleton. I was watching the movie and several times I was like, can I PLEASE hug you?!
On a totally different note...
I. HATE. ABC DAYS. SHOOT ME PLZ kthanxbye.
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| Saturday Apr. 19th, 2008 at 3:31pm |
| The Misadventures of Captain Weasel (#1) |
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Ok, so, I got back from riding, went up to the bathroom, and started to blow my nose, minding my whole business, right? I like, pulled the tissue away and was finishing up when BOOM all this friggin' blood started pouring out. I was like, WTF, I didn't know blowing your nose was a violent activity that would give you a nose bleed!!?
You're probably like, wow, I did not need to know that. Well, for your information, this is the first nose bleed I've ever gotten in my entire life. SO THERE. Ooh, buuuuurrrrrrnnn.
And yes, this was the most random, retarded thing I've ever posted on LJ.
Um, on a different note... I'm going to the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C. tomorrow! I'm pretty excited; it should be so much fun. I hope the weather stays nice. Plus, I'll be able to show off one pf my new Transformers T-shirts, hehehe....
ONLY A MONTH UNTIL SUMMER YIPEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Sunday Mar. 23rd, 2008 at 7:32pm |
| Spazzy Spazz Spazz... GAH SPAZZZZZ |
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LOL I have no idea how but my icon is strangely appropriate... LOL I'M SUCH A FREEEEEEAAAKKK.
You know that feeling when you have free time, and all of a sudden you're swamped by things you want to do? It's all like, OMG, I want to do that! But, wait... I WANNA DO THAT TOO OMG. AND THAT. AND THAT AND THAT AND THAT.... OMF-- shit, where do I start?
Does that make any sense?
I'm like, freaking out here. I have, uh *counts on fingers* 4 stories I want to finish. And I mean, I really want to finish them. All of them. Each and every one of them. But I keep on getting sidetracked, and then another idea will come out of the blue that I want to add to one of the other stories, and, and... GUH. My mind is a huge messed-up jumble of ideas, and if I could I'd work on all 4 of the stories at the same time. But I can't, since I don't really work that way, and I can't type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts... and I keep getting distracted way too easily.
On top of all of this, I have to work on memorizing the lines for the play I'm in. I have to have them all memorized by the end of this week (a.k.a. Spring Break), since I'm supposed to be "off the book" by the time I get back to rehearsals. I'm not overly worried about it, since I know I can get it done, it's just I really, really really really want to work on those stories, and make some decent headway on them, and maybe finish one or two of them.
ARGH I don't know what to do, because I HAVE to get those lines memorized because I don't want to let the director down, who happens to be one of my best friends (not the best of combinations, but it'll make things easier for me because this is only the second play I've ever done in my life), and at the same time I REALLY FRIGGIN' WANT TO FINISH THOSE STORIES.
I'm not saying that being a writer isn't a lot of fun, and writing isn't the thing I love doing most, but... If you have a choice between being born an easily inspired writer and a lawyer, choose the lawyer. Seriously, it's so much easier, and healthier, and people won't think you're a freak when you grab the nearest stack of napkins and start scribbling down a novel...
(Haha, I always poke fun at me being a writer. It's kind of a love-hate relationship. I love it, but it always leaves me a flustered, spaced-out mess when I have like 4 stories running around in my head demanding to be written. XP Don't get me wrong, I adore writing, but it's kinda like the not house trained puppy that you can't help but love, and can never stay angry at. If that makes any sense at all...)
If a psychiatrist ever got inside my head and really studied me, he would so tell me I'm insane after like, 20 minutes of watching my thought processes and seeing how I think. XD
Good lord I'm hyper... I hope the Aderol(sp?) I finally broke down and took kicks in soon...
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| Thursday Mar. 20th, 2008 at 12:15am |
| La la l- SHUT UP |
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Ok, I've officially had it... my mom drives me up a FREAKIN' WALL. ARRRRRGGGGHHH.
She's constantly moaning and bitching and complaining, and every time we sit down to dinner and my brother tries to start an intelligent conversation it winds up turning into the Ultimate Mom Vs. Son Bickering Match 2008. I hate it and I wish she'd stop. I feel bad bolting down my food and then leaving as quickly as possible, but I can't stand all the fucking bickering anymore. I wouldn't mind the occasional time or two, but this is all the fucking time. No one can even bring up intelligent conversation starters that are even remotely controversial anymore without her getting all pissy and turning a molehill into a mountain. I really want to just slap her and say, "FUCKING RELAX WOMAN LIFE ISN'T A HUGE OPINION VERSUS OPINION BATTLEGROUND." She always acts like my brother is attacking her personally when he's trying to point something out that she doesn't agree with. Seriously, if an outsider watched these stupid bickering matches without being able to hear what was being said, they'd think my brother was cursing my mom out or something. She gets that defensive and worked up, it's fucking ridiculous.
One of the worst things is, when I'm unfortunate enough to not finish my meal fast enough, she refuses to listen to anything my brother says. One of their favorite topics is President Bush. Not one of the best topics to discuss at the dinner table in the first place, but I really don't see the need to get so worked up about him. He'll be out of the White House in a matter of months now anyway. Anywho, my brother will calmly present his view about Bush, which usually consists of: he's not really that stupid, he's just in the wrong job; etc, and he'll give reasons as to why he thinks this. Immediately, my mom fires up about what a fucking dickwad asshole Bush is, yada yada yada, he stuffed firecrackers down frogs throats and watched them explode, blah blah blah... yeah, sure, that's pretty disgusting and is just another tally mark against our President, but... God, I don't know. She refuses to just step back and listen to other opinions. She absolutely refuses to acknowledge other people's opinions, and she automatically assumes that if people don't agree with her they're wrong and should go burn in hell. IT'S SO fucking IRRITATING I JUST WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE IN THE WALL. Or something... violent... or, well, whatever, you get my point.
I just don't get her anymore. She gets so worked up/freaked out/pissed off about EVERYTHING, ALL THE TIME now. She's not the mom I knew when I was little. She's more like the Psycho Old Lady from the Black Lagoon or something. Just... ARGH. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HER AT ALL. I can't even explain it!
She sits in front of the computer/talks on the phone all day long, and then turns around and tells me, after being at school all day, to get off the computer and do 'something productive' like drawing or reading or writing or whatever, and she moans and complains and bitches about how stressed out she is. AND SHE HAS DONE NOTHING DURING THE ENTIRE COURSE OF THE DAY. She claims she's doing, er, stuff, but I have never figured out what the fuck she does do. I'm the one slaving my ass off over homework, studying, tests, classes, etc, and she's more stressed out than I am?! Something is obviously wrong in this picture. Oh, and by the way, she, who has been on the computer/talking on the phone all day while we've been working at school, doesn't bother to give us dinner (the only meal she has to serve us in the entire day) until, at the earliest, 8:30. WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?! That's one of the reasons I regularly stay late at OS; because I get dinner there at least 4 hours earlier than I would at home. WTF?! AND, she is ALWAYS late to pick me up. I'm not exaggerating. She is always AT LEAST half an hour late to pick me up. When I want her to pick me up at, say, 5, I'll call half an hour early so I can actually get home at a decent time. SOMEHOW, using her mystical powers of fagness, she STILL manages to get there at like, 6. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. I CALLED A FUCKING HALF HOUR IN ADVANCE SO YOU'D GET THERE WHEN I ACTUALLY WANTED YOU TO COME (it only takes half an hour max to get to OS from where I live), AND YOU STILL MANAGE TO BE FUCKING LATE. Holy Jesus fucking Christ in a taxicab, WHAT THE FUCK?!
Whenever I'm stuck in close proximity with her, like during car rides (yeah, even when she's fucking DRIVING she gets pissy over shit), I'll plug into my iPod to avoid hearing her bitch about random crap. It helps, slightly, but it kind of ruins the mood when I'm trying to enjoy my new Jimi Hendrix album and between each song I can hear her ranting and raving.....
Just, ugh. I'm so tired of it. I just want love and happiness and peace. My family was already torn apart by hatred and violence when my parents divorced, why does she have to make it worse?
I'm so tired of sadness and anger, I can't say it loud enough. I want to get out of here. I want to find someone who I can love and talk to without being afraid of them getting angry over trivial things, someone who will love me back, and won't expect the world from me, and will actual listen and try to help when I'm feeling down. I get none of that at home. It's a little complicated, but I miss having a father, so darn badly. I don't miss the actual man who was my father, I just miss having a male figure I can go to who will never try to get in my pants as long as he lives. Fathers can comfort in a way only they can. All of you who still have fathers that love you have no idea how lucky you are. I would do just about anything to have a father and a happy family.
Shit, I just made myself cry...
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The title for this entry was a bad reference to Monty Python, fyi. SO SHOOT ME.
Anyways... Despite popular belief, gossiping, rumors, whatever, I am not dead. So sorry.
I've just been sick with a mystery cold/cough thing that won't let me sleep. Whenever I try to go to sleep, I only manage to get, say, 4 hours max of real sleep before I wake up and start coughing.... my guts out. Yeah. I hate being sick. It's nasty waking up at like, 3 in the morning and coughing up random glop/snot/shit. I came down to the kitchen just this morning and my brother glared looked at me from across his bowl of cereal and said, "You were coughing, ALL. FUCKING. NIGHT. LONG." (He didn't actually drop the F-bomb. I just put that in there because I know that was what he was thinking. I really don't blame him.) And to make matters worse, cough drops don't help. At least, the recommended dose doesn't. Maybe a major OD would help me, but I really don't want to be the first person to call the Poison Control Center and say something along the lines of "OMG I've had this douche-bag cough and the normal dose of cough drops wasn't helping me so I like, took 39485734985743.9978 at a time and now I feel like kinda high and yeeeaaahhhhhh..... Lol."
Ahem. Moving on from my ill health- holy crap my finger randomly started bleeding. IT'S A SIGN FROM GOD. Aaaaaand it really wasn't necessary to type that..... Er......
ANYWHO. I'm being so fucking random. At least, more fucking random than usual. THIS IS ME WHEN I'M SICK. FLEE IN TERROR.
Ok. Deep breath, people. Let's try this again, shall we? ........
ANYWHO. I found the most freaking awesome picture of Soundwave on the net, EVAR EVER. I love it. IT'S SO SEXY ADORABLE.
SOUNDWAVE, I LOVE YOU AND WILL BEAR YOUR CHILDREN YOU ARE BEYOND AWESOME. YOU ARE THE SHIT OF ALL DJS. This picture totally made my day, and it makes my day whenever I see it (which will be like, every day because it's my desktop background, and one of my many LJ icons, lol).
Yeah, I'm being sketchy dorky again. Get over it. YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT I'M A PROUD FANGIRL OF SOUNDWAVE AND NOT YOU. Ooh, burrrrrrrrrn.
If you're wondering where the hell this awesome picture came from (which you're probably not, but TOO BAD), it was inspired by, actually, episodes 34 and 35 of Transformers (Megatron's Master Plan, part 1 and part 2). The part that this picture is specifically inspired from is the first section of Megatron's Master Plan, part 2. I'll give you the videos under a LJ cut, because a) I think you should watch them, b) they'll give you a good laugh, or at least the part which inspired the picture, and c) I'm bored and command you to do my bidding.
P.S. Please note my EXTREME, OVER-THE-TOP sarcasm and use of crossing things out throughout this post. I can't help it that this stupid, retarded cough has been driving me up the wall and is slowly making me go insane. I'm so stir crazy, bored, and tired all at once it's not even funny. I HATE BEING SICK. P.P.S. I hate to break it to you, but yes, I do think Soundwave is the awesomest Transformer. I still love Optimus Prime, and he totally pwns Decepticon aft, but Soundwave wins out in the end. HOWEVER, I was joking when it came to the fangirlish OMG I WILL BEAR YOUR CHILDREN stuff. I only said that because I was bored, and when I'm bored I tend to try and make other people laugh in an attempt to keep myself entertained. All in all, I'm a pretty weird person, but so what? I HEART ALL YOU GUYS (but mostly girls) WHO ACTUALLY TAKE THE TIME TO READ MY CRAZY POSTS. I'll see you all at the end of Spring Break, I suppose, as long as I don't finally succeed in literally coughing my guts out.
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