Just came back from my trip a few days ago. Aside from the weather(Seriously, that place is hotter than Arizona and Hell combined.), I had a good time, and I even learned a new lesson: Korea is just like America, and the rest of the western world.

For those who care, I'll be off to Korea for a bit under two weeks, which will, regrettably, result in me missing an episode or two of Pretty Cure and K-On. Pic related, because I wish to be the little Ton-chan. Also, I'll probably post on my Twitter about how bored I am at the airport or what color my urine/crap is, SO STAY TUNED.

OYAKATA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I was going to make this post three weeks ago, but I'm lazy. :V Anyway, details are a bit hazy, so I'll just muster whatever I can for now.

Day 1:

• Met up with some friends, and, naturally, I brought my vuvuzela along.
• We decided to attend the opening ceremony and kill time until the Dealer's Hall opened up.
• Apparently, they had security guards at the entrance, and they wouldn't let me because I had a dull souvenir knife on me, so I just hid it somewhere. Wasted a good five minutes trying to negotiate with them.
• Ceremony was boring. It was just them introducing the guests of honor that decided to show up.
• Danny Choo showed up in some storm trooper suit and started dancing. He may be a jackass and a thief, but he is pretty good at dancing. I have to admit that.
• Nabeshin was wearing some shades with these flashing lights on them. They were pretty distracting.
• Also, there was some announcement about the mayor showing up to visit the place, but I never saw him.
• On our way to the Dealer's Hall, I somehow seperated from my friends, but I found another friend standing in front of line, since 6AM, apparently, to the Hall, so I decided to wait with him, until the Hall opened up.
• I saw some idiots in meme-related costumes with a boombox, playing some song from some Youtube video. I blew my vuvuzela at them, but it only seemed to encourage them, so I stopped.
• When we got into the Dealer's Hall, I went over to the Funimation booth and grabbed whatever free shit they had, and proceeded to not buy anything from them.
• I bought a Tekkaman Blade and a Giant Robo boxset from this one booth, and I managed to get a discount from them.
• I lent my camera to one of my friends before we split, and when we met back up, I noticed that he got a picture with Danny Choo, like a jackass.
• Saw some other people with vuvuzelas around. Whenever I saw or heard someone else with a vuvuzela, I blew mine at him/her, and the other person would blow back, and we'd do this back and forth. Everyone around us would watch in terror.
• At one point, I saw a black girl with one, and the usual happened. She somehow managed to blow her vuvuzela in a way that it sounds like a saxaphone. Funny shit.
• There was some guy in a giant Prinny suit, so I blew my vuvuzela at him, and he awkwardly tried to knock it out of my hands with the fins attached to the suit.
• There was also some singing going in one place, so I blew my vuvuzela whenever I walked past. Lots of angry stares.
• My friend anticipated that a ripple effect would occur, due to the few people who brought vuvuzelas, which would lead others to bring in vuvuzelas of their own.

Day 2:

• He was right. More people started bringing in vuvuzelas, and some of the vendors managed to procure some neon-colored vuvuzelas of their own, and sold them at $10 for each vuvuzela, even though you can just drive around a bit and find a Mexican on the street selling them for less than half the price.
• So there were white people everywhere, thinking that they were cool, because they have neon-colored vuvuzelas, so I laughed at them, with my red vuvuzela, which is 3x LOUDER by the way.
• The first few hours of the convention was terrible, because they couldn't figure out how to get them to work. It was a pathetic sight. Even the vendors, who were selling them, couldn't get it right.
• A few hours later, they finally figured it out and you could hear the wonderful humming of the vuvuzela, reverberating throughout the entire convention.
• IT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

Day 3:

• Saw some guy cosplaying as Shingen Takeda, THE MOTHERFUCKING TIGER OF KAI. I held back all urges to scream OYAKATA-SAMAAAA as I photographed him.
• More vuvuzelas going around. 'Twas great.
• A few people were playing jazz music outside, and these metalheads were next to them, playing their vuvuzelas. It was a beautiful sight. I was so entranced that I forgot to take a picture until they stopped and went away.
• I followed my friend into some panel about bishojo games. He really seemed to enjoy himself there. I didn't, though.
• At one point, some singing started, and a bunch of these people started dancing in front of them with glowsticks.
• I saw a black guy in there and thought it was funny, so I started filming. One of the people working there stopped me, though. Cockblocker.

Day 4:

• Saw a little girl cosplay as Maria Ushiromiya. Got a picture of her. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
• I think that was the high point of my day, sadly.
• Got a picture of a Rufus Shinra cosplayer in a wheelchair. I tried to ask if he was really crippled or if it was a prop, but he cut me off before I could start and said, "Yes". I couldn't help but laugh as he wheeled himself away in anger.
• Bumped into some people from Myanimelist.
• Ranivus apparently spent hundreds on K-On! merchandise, including a Mio clock, like a fag. THAT'S RIGHT, RANI. YOU'RE A FUCKING FAG FOR BUYING THAT MIO CLOCK.
• Then we hung out or w/e, and then I left, because I was tired.

Aftermath:

• Apparently, some unbelievers working at Otakon, attending Anime Expo, have failed to enjoy the harmonious melody of the vuvuzela, and decided to ban it from Otakon. Assholes.

Also, I have a last.fm account now, in case anyone cares about what music I listen to(lol). Actually, I had it for a while, but I couldn't be assed to figure out how to work it until now. :V

Just stood in line at the Convention Center for over three hours to pick up my pass for Anime Expo, but I neglected to bring my vuvuzela with me. Saw a lot of faggots there, including a dumbass in a pedobear suit and another dumbass in one of those Guy Fawkes masks. Never wanted to blow a vuvuzela in someone's face this badly before in my life.

Went to the beach yesterday, with a few friends and my vuvuzela. A few of our friends came to the beach drunk, and started lying down, so I blasted their ears with my vuvuzela, while they covered their ears in anguish. One of them looked as though she was about to cry, and another tried to run after me to throw sand into my vuvuzela, but the wind blew the sand away, and he eventually gave up. I lol'd. After just laying around in the sand, we decided to walk around, and we saw these people protesting against abortion. One of them had a megaphone, so every time he spoke, I blew my vuvuzela so that nobody would hear him. They looked pretty angry. I just lol'd. While we continued walking, I kept blowing my vuvuzela, as everybody watched in horror. Along the way, we saw some hippies playing some music, so I blew my vuvuzela at them, and they tried to play louder. I lol'd. Also, some old lady said, "I agree." to me. I don't even...

Later, we split up, and our group went towards Best Buy. On our way there, I learned that blowing the vuvuzela into a multi-story parking lot further amplifies the sound. Those security guards never saw it coming. Also, at one point, I blew it into some random guy's ear, and he jumped up, but he didn't say anything about it. I lol'd. When we got to Best Buy, I found some people playing 2010 FIFA World Cup: South Africa on a Wii, that was on display, and I noticed that there were no vuvuzelas droning in the background, so I decided to add to the World Cup experience for them. They didn't seem to like it as much as I did. After we were done dicking around at Best Buy, we went to a GameStop. My friend was looking at some Xbox games, so I snuck up behind him, and waited for him to turn around, and blew the vuvuzela into his face. Another customer and the manager of the store were standing next to him, and they both jumped up. Then the manager got pissed and said something about kicking me out or some shit. Then we got ice cream and went home. The end.

Also, the subject of relationships came up during dinner. My mom told me not to get married to a nigger. I don't even...

Pretty much, I'm back online now. I brought up the issue of my monitors breaking down to one of my friends, and he offered to sell one of his old ones for a low price, and I just got it in today. The screen size is a bit smaller than my last monitor, and a bit dimmer, but I'll adjust to it eventually. Now to start drafting my posts...

Around last week, one of my computer's two monitors broke down, right after one of my external hard drives broke down the previous week. I didn't think much of it and continued to use my computer with the remaining monitor. It worked fine, albeit limiting myself to half the screen space that I was used to was suffocating. This morning, however, the other monitor died like its twin, meaning that I'm now stuck with a computer, with no monitor.

As a result of this, I won't be able to update my blog regularly, as I promised in my last post, until I have this situation ironed out. At the moment, I'm typing up this entry on my dad's computer, which is very slow and not sufficient enough to watch anime with.

What's even worse is that I was in the process of preparing a new layout for this blog, due to a few slip-ups that I've made, including, but not limited to, incompatibility with Internet Explorer and non-compliance with W3C standards. I've been looking forward to finally scrapping this layout, but I guess it won't be happening any time soon.

Hopefully, I'll be able to take care of these setbacks soon, so I can get back to blogging.

Also, this entry may or may not be "pessimistic" to a certain friend of mine, who shall be unnamed, so here's some kawaii biribiri, just in case:

I'll be turning 18. Looking back at my life so far, I haven't accomplished anything spectacular, besides being able to read and write English on a level that's somewhat higher than most others, that are around my age, in my country, which is America, sadly. These skills are wasted on someone like me, though. I can code, somewhat, maybe. I don't know, because I haven't been doing much of that for a while.

I'll soon be graduating from high school, in a few months. Actually, I don't even know if I will be graduating at all, because I've developed a terrible habit of falling asleep in most my classes. Even if I do graduate, though, I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I've been provisionally accepted to one college(still waiting on a few others), but I still don't know what I really want to do.

My life has been characterized by mediocrity, impatience, and half-assedness. I've tried picking up several different hobbies, like music and web development, hoping to refine them into real, practical skills, but, ultimately, laziness kicked in. In fact, I opened up this blog on Christmas Day, 2005, fully intending to actively update it with substantial posts about my life, which never happened. Later, I intended to convert it into a gaming blog, until I realized that I don't play video games as much as I thought I did, and even if I did, I wouldn't have much to say about any of them.

By May 21, 2007, most of my posts have been about my brand new forum signature or how I whipped up some terrible website layout after fiddling with various filters in Photoshop, because I couldn't bring myself to write anything substantial. Frustrated by the lack of effort I put into my posts, I scrapped whatever posts I made, and relaunched my blog on Oct 24, 2007. I had some good momentum going on for a bit, despite writing about frivolous and menial subjects. Eventually, though, I'd fall back on the formula of posting anime screenshots that seem amusing when taken out of context.

Over the last year or so, I've discovered several anime blogs that I've started reading: Continuing World, We Remember Love, 2-D Teleidoscope, Animanachronism, and many others. They always had something interesting to say, to accompany their amusing screenshots. They'd take miniscule, almost frivolous, items in these cartoons, analyze them, and make them look interesting. No; they made them interesting. I've felted determined to make my blog posts be as interesting and lengthy as theirs, but when it came down to actually writing them, my enthusiasm would wane, and I would always fall back to the same old formula of posting screenshots.

This time, though, I'll actually try to write, instead of half-assing my writing, and maybe, through this, learn to stop half-assing everything else in my life. It'll be a birthday present to myself.

Apr 25, 2010 update: A friend of mine has pointed out to me that this post is depressing as hell. To rectify this, here's another LO/Accelerator picture:

Back; have been for a few days, but I was too lazy to write up a blog entry about it. Since I still am, now, I'll just leave this photograph that I took during my trip.

Yes, they have it there, too.

I'll be going away, tomorrow, to South Korea(as opposed to Best Korea), until the 14th, with this church group. I have no idea who they are and what I'll do there; my mom just saw a newspaper ad and signed me up without telling me. The sad thing is, I'm going to miss a couple of episodes of Shin Mazinger and Shugo Chara.

Follow me on my Twitter to read about my uneventful wacky adventures at the airport, as I deal with the villainous airport security guards, who are just doing their jobs and have no reason to be blamed for what they're doing, and that one asshole, that sits in front of you in the plane, who thinks that it's funny to recline his seat way backwards to cramp your legs, or is having a really long day and just needs some rest!