Tagged: escaflowne

25 (Other) Things

Monday, February 9, 2009 -- 9:17 pm
Mood: 09 Killing time on the computron

I technically just did a meme like this, so I tried to do 25 new things that weren't included in the last one. :P

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

    1. I routinely look like I just crawled out of a barn. Between the bits and pieces of hay from sitting in my pet rabbit's playpen and the tufts of white feathers that escape from my down-filled winter jacket and get caught on my clothes, it raises the theory that I live in a chicken coup.

 

    1. I used to be a tomboy. It's only in the last three or four-ish years that I've ditched the ugly over-sized man shirts to openly embrace my feminine side. Floral! Color! Dresses! Fitted clothes! OMG look I'm actually a girl and I LOVE IT~! :3 I would never ever go back to the way I was, because being girly is too much fun.

 

    1. I really like my job, and that's something that I never would have believed I'd ever say. But I do, I like the job, I adore the people I work with, I get excited over new projects we're working on and where we're going. It's not very often many people are able to wake up everyday and not hate the idea of going to their job, and it concerns and makes me a little sad to not know whether I'll still be able to be there a year from now.

 

    1. I would love to travel more. I especially dream one day of going back to Europe... England, Paris! *hearts* I wouldn't mind visiting Africa and maybe Japan too~

 

    1. My biggest goal in the next five years (and that's a maximum ETA, preference would be one to two years) to own my own bloody house. I hate renting, I hate it! Look at all my beautiful money being sucked away that I'll never see again! D: I want more space, I want a garage, and I want a yard so we can finally get a puppy~

 

    1. I'm probably one of the few people who was born in St. Albert, Alberta, and never ever wants to leave. It is one of the many aspects that is part of what makes up what has been affectionately coined the "Brenna Bubble". I love my little slice of suburbia and if I get my way I will live here forever. By an uncommon contrast, I despise Edmonton. It's too big, it's dirty, it's stressful, and it's scary, as opposed to my comfortably small city that is by comparison clean, easy, and safe, and most importantly, is close to my friends and family. If I ever make a move out of St. Albert, it will be to another suburb in the nearby area, but if it's left up to me, I will die here in one of the very many local retirement homes.

 

    1. My dialogue is littered with made-up words used within our own family, and sometimes I forget that the rest of the world has never heard of them. Terms like "gweeblies", "tuffettops", and "goobersmooch" have a habit of sneaking into my dictionary while out in public and end up earning me lots of funny looks and ridicule.

 

    1. I speak to my bunny as if he were a tiny three-year-old. I never thought I'd be one of those people who engages in in depth conversations with my pet and treats them like their own child, but I can't help it! *Hugs Toby* He's so freaking adorable! X3

 

    1. I wish I had more money to buy ridiculous amounts of clothes and shoes! I can't walk into a mall without seeing a dozen things I want to have, and if I didn't have the reserves of will power as I do, I would be very very poor.

 

    1. I am probably the pickiest eater I have ever and will ever know of. (And I can't even blame mine on allergies or anything.)

 

    1. I'm cold all the time. I hate being freaking cold! *Hugs her portable work heater*

 

    1. I'd really like to get more in shape since my current shape is more like a squiggly no-muscly void of nothing, but I am admittedly notoriously lazy when it comes to physical activity. Gyms are an absolute no-go for me. Selected sports I can sometimes pull off, but it really has to be a very Brenna-friendly sport, and that usually means that it doesn't involve a lot of running or painful physical contact. I keep saying I want to get into a habit of playing DDR again every day, but that probably won't actually happen until we have a house and more space to keep the dancing mat out and available to remind me to use it.

 

    1. On the note of Brenna-friendly sports, I'm extremely glad that Mason introduced me to golf. Yes, it's as boring as dirt to watch on television, but I really do enjoy playing it. It gives me some exercise, I get to go for a nice leisurely walk, and it's very relaxing.

 

    1. I started taking piano lessons this year, something I've always wanted to do and finally did~

 

    1. I don't like small talk. I'm much more of a comfortable silence kind of girl. Please don't talk to me about the weather or other things we know that neither of us are really interested in talking about just to fill an awkward void. Either have an actual conversation with me, or keep to the rule silence is golden.

 

    1. When it comes to television and movies and books, my favorite characters always end up being either:
      1. villains (ex. Spike from Buffy, Grievous from Star Wars),
      2. arrogant assholes (ex. Alan Shore from Boston Legal, Severus Snape from HP), or
      3. a little bit crazy (ex. Dilandau from Escaflowne, The Joker from Batman).

      Or in some cases, all of the above mixed into some crazy Molotov cocktail of creepy. It's especially strange since all these characteristics when displayed in real life piss me off and make me want to punch the owner in the face. Yet in books and shows, I can't get enough of them. They draw me in -- they're just always so much more interesting than the heroes or other protagonists! :B

 

    1. Denny Crane.

 

    1. I'm so happy to be getting back into reading again. I was an obsessive book worm when I was younger, and then for whatever reason I stopped buying books and going to the library for a while when I discovered things like anime and manga and pink Nintendo DS's. Something clicked last year though and I've compiled a giant list of must-read material that I'm working though.

 

    1. I am an Anal Annie when it comes to filling the dishwasher. Everything has a designated place, dishes must be sorted, everything has to fit in order to maximize dishwasher capacity and efficiency! Mason very often simply doesn't load the dishwasher at home because he knows that I'll just walk by, get frustrated, and proceed to take everything out and re-load it my own way. I go over to my parent's house for dinner some times and blanch at the horror that is their dishwasher now that I don't live at home with them. It's a disgrace, and I think they do it purely because they know it annoys me.

 

    1. I like playing board games. One night a week I get together with a bunch of friends and we play a board game or card game of some sort, it's a lot of fun, and I like that I get to see the group of people at least once each week because of it.

 

    1. I am an enormous fangirly geek, and I love it. Being a fangirl is my favorite hobby ever, whether it's watching episodes of a series over and over again, or finding a new piece of amazing fanart, or staying up until the wee hours of the morning researching information and details on specific parts of a story or character that I never knew before.

 

    1. Directly related to / caused by / is the causing factor of #21, I'm a pretty big daydreamer. Not in the teenage girly sense of "and then Johnny Depp comes sweeping in with rippling muscles and carries me off for some full-frontal shagging", but more along the lines of where I write little scenes and bits in my head of various fandoms I'm currently indulging in. It's more or less fanfiction writing, only without the actual typing because that's far too much effort. I like to think up those scenes you'd love to see, or bits of a story and character experiences that were never included but should have been. They play like my own little directed movies in my head, and they can range from little two-minute concoctions to full blown half hour episodes where I end up getting really annoyed if someone interrupts me in the middle of it.

 

    1. I both miss and do not miss my old spiky hair. I miss it because it was very unique, and not a style you saw on every female who walked by; though on the same note, I very much do not miss it because of the same reason. My hair may be more boring now, but it feels more mature and I'm finally no longer recognized every where I go as "That spiky haired girl who worked at Sobeys". =_=; There's a point when creepy old ladies try to run their hands over your hair gushing that you say enough is enough.

 

    1. I live my life by my Google Calendar. *Hearts* I'm not sure I could get along in the world on a day-to-day basis without my online schedule and daytimer.

 

  1. I can't stand rudeness. It is by far my biggest pet peeve and turn off. Egotistical people come in as a close second -- modesty is a virtue, learn to use it, you arrogant asswipes.

Links and quizes and related hoo ha.

Monday, February 27, 2006 -- 2:03 pm
Mood: Bored

I am. . .

Pure Geek
17% Nerd, 73% Geek, 21% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Geek, earning you the title of: Pure Geek.

It's not that you're a school junkie, like the nerd, and you don't really stand out in a crowd, like the dork, you just have some interests that aren't quite mainstream. Perhaps it's anime, perhaps it's computers, perhaps it's bottlecaps, perhaps it's all of those and more. Your interests take you to events and gatherings that are filled with people you find unusual and beyond-the-pale, but you don't quite consider yourself "of that crowd." Instead, you consider yourself to be fairly normal.

Which, you are.

Congratulations! You're the one on the RIGHT!

The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test

 

Wow, way to totally nail me right on. Geek is the new chic, bitches.

On the topic of my pure geekiness, I just received the previous two issues of Star Wars Insider magazine in the mail, which don't really interest me and will probably be going in the recycle, but it also means that #86 will soon arrive on doorstep choc filled with Grievous goodies and will make me explode. *Excitement* *Geek barometer raises into the red zone and begins to squeal dangerously. People frantically evacuate.*

Okay, I know I've said in the past that I love St. Albert and don't particularly want to live anywhere else, but fuck that. Holy shit, I want to live HERE. Sure, I have a hundred million dollars to blow, why the hell not? (DIBS ON JAPAN!) They have another bunch of islands shaped like a freaking palm tree. It's nuts. I like just watching all the videos through out this site, it's like one of those crazy sci fi movies where they talk about creating utopia, complete with fancy background music (because obviously all perfect utopias come with inspirational background music.) PRETTYYYYY! XD

So I'm going to get totally PWNED on Friday night when we all play Magic. I'm going to go in there with my noobie green and white deck, and either Lance, Melissa, or Brock -- or all three of them in a riotous gang bang squad -- are going to ass rape me all up and down the street. :x I have to start getting good, fast. Or at the very least, moderately competent at understanding what the cards even say. It turns out Mandi hasn't played either, so she's going to bring her beginner deck to school sometime, and we can hone our newfound Magic skills together maybe. Ooh~ Melissa, maybe sometime you can come for lunch and teach us poor saps how to play~!

I'm so bored. . . Our Business class was cancelled so I've been trying to kill and hour and a half with blog postage and watching Escaflowne, because Chris returned my DVDs to me today so it is conveniently at hand. (I am watching anime at school, this feels like it's overstepping the bounds of my acceptable geekosity for a day. . .)

More quizzes! (Okay, I think I've done of these before, but god help me, it's Jackie freaking Chan.)

 

Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by chi_a_baidh Your name is Your sex is
 
Your favorite color is
 
You are stuck there because you were dead, but then you weren't.. Look at that... For _____ years 66 With He/She will think you are stupid You will run far, far away Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!
What will be your HP life? by Doom_Song Name Job Minister Of Magic Partner Harry Potter Death Too much sex Created with quill18's MemeGen!
What Is Your HP Threesome? by elschan Name You Will Shag Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger Created with quill18's MemeGen!

 

No Snape lovings for me. . . *Minus ten points* Then again, no Hagrid or creepy Voldemort lovings either, so um, YAY. *Plus eleven points* (You know, unless it's Ralph Fiennes in that billowy cape thing, and then all bets are off.)

Junk

Thursday, February 17, 2005 -- 1:55 am
Mood: Meh

This week has been tiring for stupid reasons that shouldn't be, in turn making me feel equally stupid, thus provoking probably too much chocolate than is most likely healthy for one human body, and hours of Cardcaptor Sakura. Last couple of days work has been draaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaging, and I'm not looking forward to going back in tomorrow and standing for another seven hours that will seem like seven YEARS. *Falls off chair in a congealed mess on floor*

Seanathan sent me this link, and I was distracted from stupidness by better stupidness that made me gafaw (I don't think anyone has ever actually "gafaw"-ed, but it's a fun word so let's go with it.)

Had my first crash course in Macromedia Flash on the weekend. Flash eats my soul. It's simpler than I thought it would be, the basics anyway, but in a very loooooong, drawn out, time-consuming sort of way. A three minute flash movie like on Albino Blacksheep -- I would DIE before I can imagine making and finishing one of those.

Inane is getting sloppy on their Naruto translations. . .this saddens me. The news that Naruto has been licensed also aggravates me to a degree, for the sole reason that I fear having to be forced to resort to IRC to download episodes if bittorrent downloads become unavailable. I'll have to rage. Just a bit.

More links that have been compiling in my mailbox:

This happies me. Especially the dragging the mouse through the wood shavings part.

While this disturbs me.

AHHHHHHHH!

Gafaw! Matrix cow.

citroen_C4.wmv (You have to right-click and save this one to watch it, or you get a 404 error.)

Amanda-chan, you must show me this HP badger flash movie. It haunts my dreams at night. "Snaaaaaaape. Snaaaaaaape."

On with the quizes. For each of your fandoms, list:

Fandom: Escaflowne
1. A character you absolutely worship: Dilandau
2. A character you like: Folken
3. A character you could give or take: Allen
4. A character you don't really care for: Hitomi
5. A character you'd like to stab: Millerna

Fandom: Naruto
1. A character you absolutely worship: Orochimaru
2. A character you like: Gaara and Kakashi (so torn. . .)
3. A character you could give or take: Naruto
4. A character you don't really care for: Neji
5. A character you'd like to stab: Sakura

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
1. A character you absolutely worship: Roy
2. A character you like: Hughes
3. A character you could give or take: Winry
4. A character you don't really care for: Tucker
5. A character you'd like to stab: Rose

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
1. A character you absolutely worship: Spike
2. A character you like: Practically every other character EVER.
3. A character you could give or take: Dawn
4. A character you don't really care for: Riley
5. A character you'd like to stab: Kenedy

Looking forward to next week on West Wing -- Josh and Toby, THROW DOWN! Be there next Wednesday! *Girly cat fight ensues* I want Josh and Donna to snog. It would happy me. (Lack of grammer also happies me. And lack of spell check.)

Okay, I'm out.

*Cue Celine Dion’s All By Myself*

Thursday, March 25, 2004 -- 11:52 pm

Everyone's off at Timmies having no doubt emmense donut happy fun times. I work early tomorrow. . . so I am here. Alone. Without donuts. Or any sort of happy fun times of which to speak. *Teardrop* Think of me with every bite of joyful chocolate sprinkles or boston cream delight. But Chris promised me that we could both go to Timmies tomorrow, and then I shall show all of those snotty Tim Horten flackies with their ugly old-people visor hats, that I too CAN EAT DONUTS. *Cackles*

Anyway. *Cough* In other news.

Alright, so I've become an American Idol junkie. *Ducks vegetables* One quarter of the reason being for the singing; another quarter for simply not being able to say no to my reality-show-crazed mother's chibi eyes when she asks me to watch it with her every Tuesday and Wednesday night; but the prominant one half worth of shameless reason being strictly for the little ball of anger and verbal abuse that is Mr. Simon Cowell, who on some sort of crazy and nerdy level on my part, reminds me of a very sexy and not so snarly version of Snape from Harry Potter. What can I say, even if I some times don't agree with some of the things he says, I enjoy his bluntness and complete lack of tact to what is most likely an alarming level in the eyes of the average human. Did I mention that he's BRITISH and looks nice in tight, black manly shirts? Shirts of any color, in point of fact. He could probably make pink look charming, if I were very drunk and on high amounts of acid and the pink was actually in fact not pink but an attractive blue or even green, and in no way resembled any shade of pink of any kind. In any case, I have recently added to my long list of wish-type things, of someday dropping in the from the ceiling and glomping said Mr. Cowell, in which I'm sure he would promptly physically pry me off his leg spurning fabulously Englishly, insult me but good and leave me broken and in need of millions of dollars worth of extensive therapy. I'm such an abuse whore.

On Tuesday I went down to the travel agency and paid off my Europe tour and I am now proudly nearly $4000 dollars poorer, but on the bright side I bought my celebration cake of chocolate. Huzzuh!

And, HOLY SHIT, ROCK LEE IS BACK!!! *Flips out and kills people (in a good way)*

Jeeze, I've been trying so hard to get productive once more and resume work any of my projects that I've left on hiatus for so long. I attempted but failed miserably to motivate myself to work on my big scary Escaflowne project; the little energizer bunny of my soul has disappeared and just left his big, stupid, useless drum. Probably off having lots of crazy bunny sex and making more useless bunnies with more big, stupid, useless drums. Stupid bunny. . .

I engaged in a very long and to say the very least, interesting, joint MSN conversation between myself, Chris, my sister, and her boyfriend, Jon. I think we discussed all there was to possibly discuss about being raped by Jesus; ninjas and robots with eye lasers; Jesus poking people with his penis; plagues, bubonic and otherwise; and ultimately who would win in a fight pitting Jesus against various super heros. I don't know about you, but I definately came away enlightened. I feel closer to God. Well, his son at least (and his penis.)

Off to bed now, I have to be at work at 8:45 or some ungodly hour tomorrow.

Countdown to Europe! 47 days!

*Hand Flail of Joy*

Saturday, January 17, 2004 -- 10:53 pm

Huzzuh! I was all depressed because I thought I was going to have to miss the Bellerose graduation this year because I'd be in Europe at that time, but according the grade twelves who work at IGA, their grad isn't until June 28th, and that means that I can go to Lance, Amanda, and Brock's graduation! Wheee! (I'm assuming you'll be there, Amanda, you did say that you were going to the Bellerose grad, and not the Paul Kane one, right?) *Dances* I'm so excited, I'll get to wear my pretty dress again. One of your has to make sure to save me a ticket! *Shakes fist in threatening manner*

Speaking of Europe, I need to start paying that off. I have about half of the tour cost saved up so far, just another three thousand to go, which means more hours at IGA. . . -____- But it's completely worth it! Europe is going to KICK AMAZING ASS! *Brenna and Coleen frolic through Europe causing random chaos and destruction. They end up missing the tour bus while in Germany and send a postcard home with a picture of them locked away in jail and severly beaten from the prison guards who stumbled upon Coleen's swastika necklace which she forgot to leave back at home. Brenna and Coleen die and rot in Munich.*

Jenny has informed me that Chinese New Year is coming up in the next week or so, in which I shall be attending along with the happy Lau family once again this year! I eagerly await the hanging of the sacred lettuce and the throwing of firecrackers at unsuspecting, innocent bystanders with dear James-kun. Muh HA.

Lance and I were talking about how much fun his eighteenth birthday is going to be, simply because he's the last of us to turn eighteen and that means for the first time everyone will be able to attend the fun festivities. While I at first opted for us all to take him to the strippers for his birthday -- the female ones, even though we all know how much Lance would really rather see the naked men, DON'T DENY IT -- but he said he'd rather not. Therefore, we have decided to go more swanky, less skanky. A very cool club and some dancing maybe. Lance claims that he will not dance, but I'm determined to find a way to drag him onto the dance floor. It might involve two or more heavily armed goons with large firearms, I haven't decided. In any case, I look forward to it -- with or without the naked men.

Oh yes, also added Corey's blog to the list. She's the only other person I know who is as much of a crazed Dilandau fangirl as I am. GOOD TIMES!

Post Christmas Goodies

Sunday, December 28, 2003 -- 2:04 am

As a post-Christmas present to myself, I just splurged and bought a freaking kick-ass GAARA ufo catcher plush off this eBay auction. I just sent the money for it a few minutes ago and I don't even have the doll yet and already I love him to pieces. *^^* I was looking for a Kakashi one but his plush sells for more than thirty dollars, which is my plushy limit. I suppose I'll just have to steal Lance's Kakashi doll while he's not looking one day. . . Muh HA. *Shifty eyes* *Lance clutches Kakashi and cowers in the corner* I think I might buy an Escaflowne doujinshi as well if I decide to go crazy with my money, the little cheapass penny pincher that I am.

In any event, let us bask in the mad glory that is Gaara who will arrive upon my doorstep within one to two weeks. Muh ha ha ha ha ha.

Anyhoo, Christmas. That was good times this year. I got my pretty jacket and the "Pirates of the Caribbean" DVD, as well as the fifth season of Buffy. Huzzah! Then there's the regular fun wack of CDs and gift certificates which I plan on going on a splurgy shopping spree with for mindless things when I return from Hawaii. My sister also got me one the manga's I wanted to start reading -- coincedentally, it turns out it's yaoi which makes it automatically go from great to kick-ass awesome. I never expected to get a manga for christmas from anyone in my family, let alone it turn out to be one filled my beloved manlove. *Gush gush*

And then of course, there's also the tiny matter of HAWAII TOMORROW!!! ^____________^ C'mon, watch me, the poor little Canadian who has hardly stepped a foot out of dinky little west Canada, as I fly off to bloomin' HAWAII! *Dances as she gets leid coming off the plane by many the hot tanned men in skimpy grass skirts* That calls for another huzzah! (No worries, I'll bring postcards and jars of Hawaiian sand back for all, as well as sexy Hawaiian men for everybody -- yes, that's right, even you Lance! You can thank me after you spend the night ravaging your hot Hawaiian man!)

Oh, and can someone make sure to check in on Coleen every couple of days to make sure she hasn't drowned herself in her green tea? She seemed somewhat distressed that she was going to have to go a week without our daily inane phone conversations. (Don't worry, Carl-kun, maybe I can even find you some hot Hawaiian manlove. You must be strong! Be strong for the yaoi!)

See you all in a week! *Prances off*