Mood: Impatient

For the last week I've become what some people may call a tad obsessed with eBay...and Amazon...and some other online stores of a slightly more seedy reputation. I decided that I was determined to own the entire series' of both Cardcaptor Sakura and Sailor Moon, and damn it, when I decide to buy something neither rain nor shine nor upcoming birthdays will stand in my way! CCS was no problem, I've watched the bootleg version before and thought the subs were fine, so I picked a random "Buy Now!" off of the millions on eBay which is now somewhere on it's happy way to my house.

Sailor Moon was a whole other irksome story. I was pretty set on tracking down the officially licensed American copies by ADV and Pioneer...until I learned that both companies had long lost their rights and the official DVDs have been out of print since 2004, and tracking down any rare remaining copies now that won't cost you hundreds of dollars just isn't freaking possible. D: I scowered eBay like a vulture watching copies that I easily could have sniped but they all get raised up to stupidly ridiculous prices by dumb rookie buyers that can't keep their fingers off their bid buttons! *Rage* I posted a "Looking For" ad on the Facebook marketplace and anime forums and had no replies! I found some copies on a random DVD site but it turns out the company is a giant money-stealing fraud group that I can't trust! I managed to track down both the S and Super S seasons for reasonable prices on other sites, but they wouldn't ship to Canada! I was about to find someone in the U.S. that I could ship them to and then suddenly someone else snags both copies away! I have been thwarted at every turn! Fate is against me, so after a week straight of a little flailing and much impatience, I said SCREW IT yesterday and buckled for some bootleg copies.

I'm a little crestfallen about the whole thing and you never really know what kind of quality you're going to get with an import. I'm fairly confident I chose the best bootleg versions that are made for SM; Anime Cartoon are the manufactures of both the Cardcaptor Sakura bootleg I bought and have seen, as well as my Escaflowne import I originally had; and they've more or less been direct rips from the official DVDs so my chances are pretty good that the quality of these will follow suit. *Crosses fingers* I bought them from shopanimedvd.com and while the research I've done on the site didn't say all awesome reviews they did accept PayPal which means if they screw me over I can cancel the transaction easily. So for $245.00, I will soon have all five seasons of Sailor Moon and all three movies. Not a bad deal. I just wish it would hurry up and get here NOW.

I had a meeting down at the bank yesterday and finally have begun an RSP that I really should have started five years ago. :P I'm putting them into a Canadian Dividend account which will give it lots of growth over long term (YAY!) but also means there will most definitely be some fluctuation now and then as well that will most likely make me cry and will take all my willpower not to freak out and take it all out. *Hyperventilates a little. Her father gives her chocolate and tells her to calm the hell down.* Speaking of monies, I'm getting a shiny $1,600 back on my tax return! HUZZZZZUH! I'm using a bit of it to pay off my impulse anime purchases above and then the rest of it's going right into the brand new RSP~ (and will hopefully grow, not shrink...)

Mom and I went out and saw The Other Boleyn Girl the other day, and it was really good; though admittedly I was a little more distracted by the new OMG Sex and the City trailer before it! I'm so freaking excited for that movie! May 30th will come and we shall fancify ourselves up in pretty dresses and shoes and dance off to the theater and have a girly good time~ *Fits of maniacal girlish giggles*

Mood: Kinda bored

I just finished watched the last episode of Sex and the City and would like to mention how absafuckinglutely splendid it was~ I adore the sexy older Russian man with all of his romantic cuteness (when he's not being a selfish prig,) and once again I adore Big, in all of his charming Big-nesses (and now, with 100% less asshole, YAY!) And most of all, I still adore Paris, and wish very much for the day I can go back and frolic and dance underneath the Eiffel Tower, simply because I am that girly and am not ashamed to admit it, god damnit! ♥ Paris

Over the last few months I've gotten back to my reading roots again. What with the total lack of television in my life these days (no more West Wing *sob*) I've retreated back into my wonderful world of paperback books, which has been a nice change from reading nothing but manga pretty much for the last couple of years. Three books I highly recommend to anyone: Life of Pi by Yann Martel; the Merlin trilogy by Mary Stewart; and Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. All amazingly good. I would elaborate and talk about the fancy plots and all the author's excellent uses of imagery and what have you, but that would be pretending I'm some sort of sophisticated book critic and I am very very much not.

Me --> "OH MY GOD, IT'S A TALKING GORILLA! THE HUMAN RACE IS STUPID AND WE'RE ALL DOOOOMED!"
Actual sophisticated book critic person --> "Ew, mah gawd, get herz away from teh boks." *pokes Brenna with an allegory stick or some equally snotty book critic type sounding implement*

I don't know why the book critic would speak that way in this particular case, let alone spell that way, but there you have it. La la la la.

So our former rich little owner/manager became so full of wealth that he decided to sell the store (thus make him even more disgustingly full of wealth and able to retire to Arizona), so now we've all gone corporate at work. It's been really weird, all of a sudden there's lots of important looking men in suits walking around with clipboards (I have nicknamed them as "The Black Ties", despite their assorted tie colors on any given day.) I think I would like it more if I was getting a raise. *Shakes fist at The Black Ties!*

I have to go water a garden now, hopefully with a complete lack of sexual background noise via the neighbors.

Mood: Excited!

A Playstation 2.

Yes, that's right. Me, the ultimate non-gamer, now owns her very own brand spankin' new PS2 console system. What ever could have possessed me to spend $130 on a video game system when I'm not a gamer? Well, friend, there's this spectacular little game dealy which I really just discovered and learned to embrace fully this year, maybe you've heard of it by chance, it's called Dance Dance Revolution.

Yes, yes. . .I am a huge, gigantanormous geek. On the other hand, DDR rocks my socks, and that's really all that matters when it comes right down to it. XD So now I own a PS2, a cheapy DDR pad, and currently am borrowing one of Brock's DDR games, and I've been playing in my room for an hour having glorious fun, but now my legs are very tired~ Tomorrow I have to remember to buy a memory card so I can save my rad DDR progress (which currently is mostly limited to lots of D's and E's, ooh, but I got two A's too!) I'm determined to get better to the point where I'm not horribly shamed to get up in an arcade and play a round with strangers watching. La la la laaaaa~! *Glee*

Unfortunately, my much anticipated LaserQuest hoopla never ended up happening as planned last week, due to copious amount of tiny children's birthday parties that evening which had booked up the building until 9:30. *Sad* Stupid children. You shall all pay severely. . . *Pistol whips all around WHOOPAH!!!* To make up for the disappointing lack of LaserQuest, however, we hopped over to Mongolie Grill for dinner, Marble Slab for ice cream, and then caught a showing of Mission Impossible 3. MI3 was surprisingly entertaining too, despite my complete lack of love for Tom Cruise.

This week's entertaining links *drum roll*:

Jesus with a chainsaw. I wish.

Kick him in the lungs, they're weak!

HOT DICKINGS!

La la la, I think I'm off to play more DDR now~ Day off tomorrow!!! XD I get to go over to Lance's tomorrow morning for cuddles and Sex and the City~! La la la~ And then play some more DDR! *Happiness*

Mood: Happy!

I don't feel any older. Twenty-one isn't much different from twenty, as far as I can see. Except that I'm legal now all across the globe and can drink anywhere. . . But I don't really drink. . . So yes, not much different. I actually forgot how old I was last week and told Julie I was turning twenty. *Sweatdrop* *Nervous laughter*

My Mighty Weekend O' Fun and Absolutely No Homework was THE SHITZ. I spent from Friday evening to Sunday evening with Lancelot, and it was sooo nice~ *^^* We so rarely ever get to spend that much time together, it was so relaxing~ Saturday I celebrated at Yuk Yuks with friends, as well as Mandi, Julie, Chris, and Dalia from school. (*Steeples fingers evilly* The merging of the two groups has slowly begun. . .MUH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!) Then back to Lance's for cake of both the chocolate and vanilla varieties. Mandi and I embarrassed ourselves horribly at DDR on light mode too, but in our defense we were laughing to hard at ourselves to really keep on our feet. OH, but I totally scored an AA the next morning and unlocked a new song. GO ME. *Cat-like ninja reflexes* Some of my most awesome and squeal-able presents included Knight Life and One Knight Only books *Lance glompage!*; three seasons of Sex and the City (soon to be the entire series after I use my HMV gift card~); and OMG, my long-awaited Death Wears a Cute Bow shirt, YAAAAY! *Next day at school: "Is that a feminist shirt?" "Uh. . .sure. Why not. Woman power, ya."*

(Oh yeah, my parents also got me a pancake skillet, as a not-so-subtle jab at my less-than-par pancake skills. I'll show you all! With this pan, I shall make the most bitchin' pancakes you've ever seen! It will be like THE NEXT COMING OF CHRIIIIST! *Waves her bitchin' pancake skillet threateningly*)

Oh OH, and completely unrelated, but so funny: VG Cats 193

Mood: Bored of school work

Blogging is becoming sparse again, a sure sign that school is back in full throttle. =_= Ho ho, only three weeks in and I already can't wait for summer. No. Stop, I must be positive. Calm! Poise! *Strikes a triumphant pose on a rock with the wind rustling her spiky hair and trumpets playing in the background.*

Anyway. . .

This is an awesome commercial, it fills me with joy. And no, there's no digital effects here. 250,000 freaking bouncy balls fired down the streets of San Francisco. And they all look so happy! They have a behind-the-scenes thing for it and everything too. Kick ass. I wish I could have been there, I'd have brought home a souvenir bag the size of a Norwegian viking full of brightly colored bouncy balls.

Julie showed me the most marvelous website, Ferry Halim, packed full with piles of adorably cute Flash games. They keep me entertained when I'm bored in class, and sometimes keep me entertained when I should really be paying attention as well. I'm trying to get on the high score list for the piggy game, but damn it, I just don't have the skillz.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, 'cause I get to spend an afternoon with Lancealot, who I barely have a chance to see more than once a week with school anymore. We might go see Underworld and bask in all the sexy vampires and werewolves; and then watch more of the first season of Sex and the City. In all seven years or whatever that it's been on television, I'd never seen an episode before last week. It's freaking awesome! I'm thinking of splurging with half of my $400 prosperity moola (if the damn thing ever arrives) to buy myself a couple seasons of it. We'll see.

Jesus fuck. I had to make a business card for my print class, with my email and website on it and everything, and then our instructor goes and shows them all up on the front screen like a dick. Now everyone has my freaking URL. I've already seen people looking through my websites. I don't pass out my website address like pamphlets to everyone I meet, I give it to people I want to see it. *Twitch*

On a completely unrelated note, I've become a widget whore. They have OS X Tiger here at school, and thousands of assorted dashboard widgets for me to explore through and download. They're like crack, and ten billion times more addictive. "You mean I can have height and weight conversion, and the local six-day weather forecast, and free cellphone text messaging, right there at my fingertips?! Kid me not, dear sir! Ho ho!" It's the tiny, useless things that fill me so much glee.

Anyway, I should probably tear myself away from my blog and start paying attention to my teacher right now. . .

. . .or. . .

. . .I could go play more Ferry Halim. Piggy game high score board, I will OWN YOU!