Pursiuts of Happiness

My dearest MonStar,
I shake you firmly by the hand for accomplishing three things that I have still to figure out.

1) You changed the layout. How in the bloody...?! You are a wizard.

2) You took the initiative and kick-started this blog again. I've kept journals for a while, chronicling my life and the pre-pubescent woes that came with it, but they never really went anywhere after a few entries here and there. Perhaps my biggest accomplishment was when I bit the bullet and wrote an entry for every day in the month of June in 2007. After that, there was a slump in my writing, almost coming to a complete stop.
However, the whole experience of writing a journal is so you can get used to writing, mastering the craft and developing your own style. Some do have certain gifts when it comes to composing words on a page. The wit of journalism, the creativity of fiction, the intelligence of non-fiction, and the superb dedication of reference and papers...all have a place in this world, and I'm glad there are those who are unafraid to expose their work and grow thick skin when criticism rears its head.

3) You are committed to and maintaining a long-distance relationship. I will not tell you the woes that came with my own experience, but let's just say that communication is very important in a relationship. It's not just about the boyfriend or the girlfriend relationships...families, friends, colleagues, mentors and professors are all part of your social network. The main thing that keeps these people tied to you is the fact that you enjoy their company, you rely on each other, and you communicate effectively.
This leads me to something you said in your last entry.

"I realize more and more how I keep seeing things that say stuff like, 'True love exists' and 'Happily Ever After is waiting for yoooooou!!' and it almost makes me sick."

You remember what The Princess and the Frog taught us. The idea can only take you so far., The rest results from work and determination. Happily ever after can be achieved when one perseveres and wants it to work. Communication, compromise, and understanding for one another help to build a sturdy foundation and improve the quality of the relationship. While we are currently happy, The Bear needs to work on verbal communication and I need to learn how to listen more often.

Now onto the College Life updates. You may vaguely remember me mentioning The Roomate last semester. Well, I'm sad to say that she now commutes due to barely being in the dorm we shared. I now have a new roomate, but I'm a loss of what to call her. You two share the same name (abet spelled differently) and her dorm attendance outnumbers The Roomate's by bodacious amounts. Have you any suggestions?

Aside from the cabin fever I experience at home, I would say that things are peachy. Then I remember how we used to name that one creepy boy from junior high "The Peach," resulting the positive use of "peachy" to be moot.

I await the day you get your license.

Until we write again,
Pita

Too Many Groups!

Dear Pita,

As most people know, there are these things called "groups" on Facebook, or just things that you can become a fan of...and I am CRAZY of course and have become a fan or joined groups that give everyone a little taste of just how crazy I am. I must have at least 30+ things I've become a fan of...But that is slightly irrelevant to the rest of my day.

I got up, ate 4 egg rolls, 3 Fig Newtons, a bowl of bran cereal with raisins, and Snapple (and a partridge in a pear treeeeeee!)...like the decrepit old man that I am...and then laid around watching movies. You know all of this, of course, because you were here, but alas, attached to your computer as always. I still love you though.

Today seemed a bit different though, I know it is a Saturday, for the most part, though not unlike any other Saturday that has come and gone before, but I swear that today feels like a Sunday. And not even a good Sunday, like that kind of Sunday that brings on the worst Monday you've ever had. Thank God tomorrow isn't a Monday...But alas, you are getting ready for bed, which means I know it's not a Sunday. That's also good because I still have some homework to go over.

Alas, I realize more and more how I keep seeing things that say stuff like, "True love exists" and "Happily Ever After is waiting for yoooooou!!" and it almost makes me sick. Ah! Not in the kind of way like a sarcastic-meets-completely-unfathomably-disgusted kind of sick, but, it makes me miss my beautiful chocolate man, Kris, even more. You've met him, he is a fine catch, I'm sure. I sometimes wonder myself how I even got a hold of him, though he seems to say the same to me. Maybe he's playing boyish mind games with me, as most all "pond scum" I know, but I'm pretty sure that's not it. He is a fine gentlemen. Oh! And his mother had her baby!! His name is Cameron, and I do hope that Kris will warm up to him more. He just keeps telling me how weird it feels to hold a baby. Haha, he better get used to it.

On another note, I should probably get back into playing my DS, especially POKEMON: EMERALD!!!!! It's so lonely and down by the side of my bed that I don't know whether to sigh at it every time I walk by or avoid eye contact as I'm sure it's glaring at me with evil intent...As it is right now!!! I, being the dork that you know I am, had named it Aleexu (Ah-lee-zoo) and given it a human persona, personality, and friends to play with, such as my cell phone (Digi) and laptop (Pan). I hope it's not creepy that all these characters are girls, as most ALL my characters are anyways. Maybe that just means that I am not only decrepit, but a lecherous old man at that, and still in high school!! What a thought. Oh deary me, Aleexu as somehow found her way to the edge of my bed, though I swore she was just right next to it...Don't worry, Pita, I'll be alright whilst you sleep. I'll always have my super Pokemon team though, hehe, and by that I mean my Pokemon cards. I should come up with names for them...All I can say is Torchic FTW!

I don't know whether you read these..Oh! Also, I mean you have to, but we have come in to a bit of pocket money as of late, so I have been browsing many a site to find useless things i could waste my new found moneys on. I know how you hate that, since you are the only one with a debit card and I insist on ordering things with it. It's not enough to buy a Nendoroid, though, so don't worry about those weird gaming sites I order stuff from. I may just get nifty arm warmers from Hot Topic, as it is on of my favorite stores in the whole world!

Happy College Time!

Love,
Monchan

That's It!

Dear Pita,

That's it!! I am going to get this sad excuse for a journal off the ground once and for all, even if I have to write about absolutely nothing at all...though since you seem to not write in it very much, maybe I shall rename this sad sad blog and just have me ranting to you about the silly things that happen everyday in life. Whether or not you decide to read it is entirely up to you, but we shall still remain utterly/mostly/slightly anonymous and random to the rest of the world.

I suppose you could say my change of mind is due to the fact that we had watched Julie & Julia a couple of days ago. Of course we had established this journal a while before the movie was even made, I think...but I do have a terrible memory...You shouldn't believe anything I say, Pita, you are more reliable with those sorts of things. Anyways, I actually went and started reading her blog, Julie's I mean, and she wrote a LOT, like, everything ever that happened. The way she described poaching eggs and creme brulee ...mmmmmmmmmm!! It makes me want to bake more than ever! However, I'm not very good at it...I can just make cheese danish and stuffed french toast...and that one time I made banana brownies...

Don't ask..

But alas, dear sibling, I have found that I need to let someone in the world know that I exist, for I am invisible, and invisible people need to be seen, if even for a moment. Though I may not be a great writer, I will try my very best. Oh please wish me luck, dear Pita.

Today has been a lazy Wednesday, not only "Hump Day", but also the day after Mardi Gras, so the world is finally winding down from it's drunken late night parties and beer drenched bead throwing. I still remember that night...It was quite terrible. That was a while ago, of course! And you have brought me home a completely alcohol free penguin with which to cuddle, and I love you for it. He is quite adorable...And last night whilst you were sleeping I made up a new character for which I have no purpose other than that he/she...it...(he has no gender, but is quite manly indeedy do) was made to be a certain personification of time I suppose. I will have to post pictures sometime. I believe I will give this blog many a purpose, as to hold comics of sorts and possibly character profiles. But mostly just my thoughts, to you. I hope that you enjoy them! And I will try as much as humanly possible not to use emoticons, as I feel that I may learn to use words more effectively to express emotion more than just a cute smiley face...

Not matter how fun they are to use..heheh..

Ah! I must work on my satellite project for The Nunez (my physics teacher, as you know, but however few readers we have may not know), but I hope you have a great rest of your Mardi Gras holiday! I almost forgot! I need to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time in my whole life...

How sad..

Farwell, but we shall meet again!

Monchan

Oh! Look At My Wrist...

Dear Pita,

It's been quite a while since anything has been written here. I know I see you every weekend, but even so, it's nice to hear stories that happen to you during the week since you becomes quite a recluse when attached to that beloved Skype. Not saying it's a bad thing, since you're talking to people you kind of know and not the random people on DeviantArt who kicked you out of their stupid thread...Ah, (deep breath) anyways...Oh yes, if anyone understand the title, then you are amazing (even Pita, even though she should already know).

My goodness, this year is going by so fast. I've had to fill out college applications and do my senior show and a progressive research project -_- I'm pooped...Does anyone use that phrase anymore? It's a mystery...I like old sayings, rather old lingo. It's so much fun to say. I remember a song my grandmother used to confuse me with whenever we made banana pudding. Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. Except when you say it fast it's more like Marsidotes an dosidotes an little lamzidivee...I would always make her say it slower several times just so I could try and remember. She's a tricky grandma, I love her to death XD. One time she tricked my into smelling ammonia...TWICE, within a five minute period actually. It was really funny.

I miss her...due to my senior obligations, I can't visit her during Thanksgiving, but my dear mother said that we might go during Christmas, which sounds just as fun! But even so...it's a sad thing to have to work over the holidays, just like my friend Chi. Since New Moon came out he has to work pretty much 24/7 selling rabid fangirls movie tickets. Poor boy...

I must say, Pita, I know I shouldn't feel this way, but in some way I think parting with certain people have actually made my life easier, or less stressful. I think they expected too much of me, or wanted me to be different, and you know that I am who I am...whether or not that's a good thing. I mean, you're lovable just the way you are, even if sometimes you get out of hand...and when you smack me for being stupid ^^;...But anyway, I know that things can only get better from here.

My my, I talk about myself too much, I apologize deeply. I don't check your channel much on the YouTubes, but I hope things are going fine. I'll have to take pictures on my senior trip and share them with you, as you had shown me videos and fun things. I truly appreciate your big sister moments, even though I suppose I am the more mature one of the two of us at times. Just the other day you said I never reply back on Blogger, and I guess my only reason is this: The one thing I've learned from the past couple of years is that technology can separate the human connection between people, so I just wait until you get home to talk ^w^ I hope you don't mind. I'll make you some coronets once I find a better recipe, one that actually ends up like the ones in Lucky Star. We should make sailor suits!!!

You're so cute, Pita-nee ^w^ (I'm too lazy to do super shading though T_T ) Have a good holiday!!

Love,
Monchan

One Take Wonders

Dearest Mon,
As you may or may not know, college can be a swift kick in the can sometimes. The biggest pickle I've found myself in at the moment is the fact that both my art and math homework assignments clash on the same night. Both require my utmost attention because art is something I'm highly devoted to and math...well, I've been at war with math since my junior year of high school.

God help me.

But the solution I've found for this, abet it's a melancholy solution, is to drop the math class at the moment. I only need to have two semesters of math for my degree, and I can handle not having to attend a math class for a year longer. I doubt it's offered during summer semesters, but I can always look into it.

Anyway, today's topic that's not school related is one take wonders. Now, Mon, I'm sure you've seen a one take wonder before--for example, the OK Go music video to "Here it Goes Again" is a prime example of what a one take wonder is. Unfortunately, embedding has been disabled for that video, so I can only provide you with a link instead.

I swear, these are some of the snappiest dressers. I'd totally wear those outfits, no joke.

The gist of it is that a video is filmed in sync with it's musical content and has no edits. The best ones seem to have millions of views on Youtube and what have you. My personal favorites happen to be the Daft Hands and a lip dub for Flagpole Sitta.

Daft Hands. We've all written on our hands before. I remember when we were younger one of the jokes on the playground was Bob. Bob was that stick figure who resided on the palm of your hand, could do push-ups, and would become an inky smear on your other hand whenever you applauded for his athletic feats. However, this person thought it'd be a cool to synch what was written on his hands with a Daft Punk song we both know and love to bits.

Lip Dub of Flagpole Sitta. Thank God these people had so much time on their hands after work.

Until we meet again,
Pita.

PS- Of course I couldn't forget that today's the eighth anniversary of 9/11. Let's pay our respects by offering a moment of silence.

Talk

Dear Pita,

Yeah, it's been quite a while since I actually wrote in this thing ^^; but hopefully I can get into a habit since my silly sister doesn't bring her phone everywhere with her... >.> PITA...(poke) I don't have much room to say anything because mine has been collecting dust until recently XD...poor phone.

But anyways, today has been kind of a sad day, but maybe I should start with some positivity!!! ^^ Yes yes, erm, I guess I'll start with Mechacon and move forward in SUPER FAST MOTION! Isn't this exciting?

Mechacon...hmm, I cosplayed but only a couple times as Ritsu from Fruit Basket and Yuki Nagato from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, hopefully you know what those are ^^; if not then I do apologize for the otaku-esque blogs. And I made some new friends, Kris, Jack, and Chih ^^ They are all very nice people and hopefully I see them next year.

Ah!! We need a nitro boost...ummm my schedule fro senior year is pretty cool, got a bunch of electives, and Stagecraft is going to be a blast of aggressive (my teacher) with a side of fun (everything else). ^^ And I am taking piano!! Fun stuff right cha.

But yeah, things have been going alright, well...until a few hours ago...a couple of my friends have been fighting, well, not fighting more like one-sided disagreement, and I don't think I can take it. My soul hurts just having to read all the text messages they send me...Maybe things will work out though, I can only hope for the best and expect the worst...

Ah yes, and a random last note, I am making a nendoroid for my art class. Like an actual resin cast figurine of...myself XD because I'm so conceited...heehee I'll take pictures of it's progress, hopefully.

That's about all for now, and maybe something really exciting will happen. I hope Pita gets to read this and will write back to me. Oh and here's a random cat girl for you that I drew even though you've already seen it on DeviantArt. I shall draw pictures for this blog eventually.

Love,
Monchan

"Storming the castle," so to speak

My beloved Mon,

As you might have guessed by this entry, I decided it was high time to begin this grand ol' blog adventure the day before I start school. It's funny how I'm trying to write a lengthy blog on the day before I start school, but the truth of the matter is that I have nothing else to do at the moment. Books were rented, I got the Internet cable and printer installed for my computer, I spent three dollars on a slice of pizza that had an amazingly fluffy and thick crust, and the roomate hasn't been a bother. On the contrary, she's been very courteous to me.

The Roomate (yes, this will be her official name in the blog) and I met Sunday night/ Monday morning, and we spent a good couple of hours just talking and laughing and what have you. Slept from 2:00 to 6:00, and I must say that I'm grateful that I went to bed earlier last night; I feel much better today than I did yesterday. But I'm babbling. The Roomate is studying nursing (or communications, I forget at the moment), she's an enthusiastic thespian, she's Roman Catholic, and she keeps a large amount of hair products in the bathroom. Like, more than our beloved Red. The only downfall to sharing a room with The Roomate is that The Roomate doesn't spend much time in said room that we share. As a matter of fact, she only came back last night to grab her tub of consumables to divvy amongst the mass of friends she brought with her last night. I think there were six of them. They were loud.

Now, I think I may need to talk to The Roomate about how it is that I function. Spending most of your life sharing a room with me has made you an expert on the oddities of Pita, but The Roomate has yet to learn that I do not like stayng up late. This past summer can be ignored because it was summer, but school begins tomorrow, and if anything, I'd like to try to get back into the routine of waking up about an hour or two before classes begin. Sleeping with a light on doesn't bother me. Using the laptop late at night doesn't bother me. Gathering friends into the room to chatter, take the food, and run late at night bothers me. Sighing, I believe the only conclusion I can come to is just talking it out. The Roomate has to understand; she can have guests over, but keep them quiet if I'm trying to sleep.

Nevertheless, classes! They start tomorrow, so hurray. Mind you that Mum was right when she said that college was going to be different than high school. I have different classes on Mondays and Wednesdays than I do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Allow me to kiss the ground for having only a morning class on Fridays. The campus is indeed a lovely place to walk around, and the music hall is one of the many great places to film. If I was going to do a video project, it would definitely have to be done on this campus.

But now to explain my title. It's been a while since I started making videos for Youtube (none of which would really interest the public much), but I finished one yesterday that had to do with storming Cinderella's castle once upon a late April. That can be viewed below this paragraph.


Until later,
Pita