Comforting, no?

"Hey, Sorry you're so distraught, but at least you're not a robot!"

This is because someone has been pestering me to update my blog. I had nothing better to say.

Emerging from the froth, A shamisen approcheth

Seriously, people. I have fallen in love with the shamisen. I mean, just look at the thing! It's AWESOME. So awesome, I bothered with myspace and added a band who uses shamisen in their songs. CHECK IT OUT!

My new obsession with traditional Japanese instruments was inspired in part by playing too much Okami and partly because of Guitar Hero 2 (I got a PS2 for Christmas). Both fun games. MOVING ON...

Today... well, yesterday, it's now 12:47... was the first day of the new year, and I see nothing special on the horizon. Closer to the Lunar New Year I forsee fun, as the first weekend of February is the very first Ikkicon here in Austin, TX. Woo fun.

On to the matters that are lodged deep into the obsessive part of my brain, far too deep to shake loose.

That's right, crossdressing. My mind is starting to spin, conflicted between the enjoyment and the embarassment that is this obsession, because of the approach of January 3rd.

Why January 3rd? Because that is the anniversary of the first day I ever crossdressed. ... Oh, and it's the first day of the new semester, but who cares about that?

Anyways, I'm kinda tired and need to start readjusting to going to sleep at a reasonable hour, so nighty night, darlings!

Play me a song, won't you?

Rant and Life Update

Even if it is one minute until midnight, I feel that I need to post now.

First, an update about my life.

Today, I was really, REALLY tired. No idea why. It was my friend's birthday today, hoorah. I gave her cookies. Homemade cookies. Spent a while working on them yesterday (well, technically two days ago, it's now 12:01...).... And then after school I went to the first meeting of a new club: The Writer's Club.

It was pretty fun, I got to present the first couple parts of my story, Randomity, and the people seemed to like it. Granted, the first couple parts aren't as good as the rest, it was my first attempt at writing and I hadn't gotten a good feel of the characters yet... but that's not my rant for the day.

Speaking of which... ON TO THE RANT. (Some of you might not want to read this, but just so you know... you've been warned.)

Panty Shots.

Those of you know me (fairly well, at least) know that I like panties. It's not necessarily anything perverted, at least not how I see it. They're cute. One could even argue that panties are an art form... okay, now I know I'm starting to sound pervy. ... Perhaps I'll go further into that later, but now back to the subject of panty shots.

A lot of the time I am more interested in the drawn form of panties, for when it is a picture, it often just ends up more pervy than I prefer it (but then again, there is the option of artistic photographs... I keep getting off track here, don't I?). With drawings, you have the ability to be funnier, and thusly cuter (which is, I am sure I don't need to tell you, always a plus in my book). And in these drawings, the most common way these adorable undergarments are viewed is through the panty shot.

A panty shot is basically a view of panties when it was not intentional by the wearer, whether that is because the viewer is behind and below the wearer on a flight of stairs and can see up her skirt, the wearer is sitting in a position that she doesn't realizes offers a view of her panties, or (most often) a gust of wind excites the wearer's skirt unexpectedly.

Although most of the time this is very pervy, I enjoy it thouroughly for non-pervy reasons, I promise you. The expression that follows the realization of a panty shot, especially one that has been exaggerated, is quite hilarious.

Perhaps more on this later, it's getting late and I have school tomorrow.

Kyou no pantsu ha nani iro? .... Again.

NOT emo?!?!?

Oh man, I was just gonna write an oh-so-very emo post, but then I decided to IM one of my best friends...

Did you know that happiness is contagious?

IT IS!

I was going to say something about the annoyances of crossdresserish ideas swarming around my head, when it makes me so emo to even think about acting on them, but that has been sidetracked by CHOCOLATE ORANGES!

Don't worry, the emo will be sure to return sometime. You can still be a fan of my blog for the rediculous teenage depression and crossdressing interludes.

HO SHEET, CHOCOLATE ORANGES.

Anybody there?

*blows dust off blog*

*coughcough* So... Does anybody still read this thing?

... I know I only sparsely update, but it is nice to know when people are actually listening to my thoughts, as opposed to normal, where I am just talking to myself.

... but anyways... on to the actual post.

I've been re-reading Questionable Content over this long weekend (when I SHOULD have been reading Scarlet Letter... In fact, I should be reading it now.) and it's made me want to go and be all hipster-ish and buy clothes from Goodwill and other thrift store-places.

... It's funny how that happens.

... Perhaps I will go down there sometime soon, after all, I did get both my Driver's License and my Motorcycle License on Wednesday.

Blah blah blah Taco salad.

Those words...

How I long to say those words to you, those words forever on my mind, never to leave its safe place on the tip of my tongue, in fear of how you would react.

... There are just so many things that could apply to, in my life. Love, fun, requests... Okay, so they all can apply to one person (they don't only apply to that person, but they all mostly apply to her), but that's not the point...

... I forget what the point is.

... At any rate, I'm feeling kinda emo and had that phrase going through my mind and I wanted it out.

These will be replaced later.

I was somewhere around my computer on the edge of the chair when the loneliness began to take hold...

Fear and Loathing in Oni's Bedroom.

But all random quotations aside, I'm kinda lonely right now. I really don't get a lot of time to hang out with my friends nowadays, what with work (at Jamba Juice.), school, and not having contact with a truly awesome Gay man with a licence, car, and way more psychological troubles than I had previously thought possible.

I miss him, he really is one of the truly coolest people I have ever met.

.... Other than that, I don't have much to say.

I haven't had many crossdresserish moods lately.

If I do, you'll be the first to know.

"Two languages in one brain? No one can live at that speed!" "Well, the Dutch speak four languages and smoke marijuana!" "Well … that's because they're cheating!" ~Eddie Izzard