Just as the titles says. Must watch anime. I might borrow the .hack//SIGN DVDs from the library. I love that series. I missed episodes of it because of karate.
Speaking of karate, I watched Fight Quest on Discovery HD the other day, and it makes me want to take karate classes again. I didn't realize how much I miss it. But there's no point in me signing up for classes now, because I still have to get my dental implant done. But maybe after Christmas I'll see about looking for a new dojo. If only Mr. Bishop's dojo weren't so far away!
Yesterday I got so upset because I couldn't find our Cooks Country magazines. Now I wonder if they got taken to Value Village. Either that, or my dad put them somewhere. He has a habit of boxing things up. He calls it 'cleaning'. I don't think they went to Value Village, because I remember them being in a box somewhere, probably with the holiday cooking magazines. If I can find out where the holiday magazines are, chances are I'll find the Cooks Country magazines.
Speaking of magazines. I spend way too much time on Wikipedia. Did you know that some manga magazines, like Ribon, are the size of phone books, and come with extras like notepads? I wonder if the library has Shojo Beat... according to Wiki, it's not being published anymore. Next time I'm in Indigo or Chapters, I'll have to see if they have any manga magazines.
Also yesterday, Mom let me borrow her fabulous Susan Bates size US 7 circular for my mandrake blanket, because the circular I was using is really stupid and won't stay de-kinked - when your left pinky goes numb when using a circular, that's not good ;P Hopefully I'll be able to zip through the blanket with this needle. I might take it to knit night on Tuesday.
But yeah. Anime. I watched a bit of InuYasha on YouTube last night. I must reserve one of the box sets from the library, because I lost track on InuYasha (again, because of karate). I might go on Wikipedia and read through the episode lists to see where I left off.
I wonder what anime YTV still has on. I should check their site.
Anyways. We didn't go down to see Grandma today because Mom was tired, so we'll probably go down tomorrow.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I've decided...
...that I need to do educational stuff this fall instead of wasting time. Here's the basic plan:
1. Get my algebra knowledge up to scratch. That means going over my polynomials pages and (hopefully) finishing the written work and the practice test. I hate the written work. It's vague as hell.
2. Learn chemistry right from the beginning. I had started using my textbook (Chemistry Demystified - I also have the physics one), but then I stopped because I got lazy and I thought I had cheated on the chapter one practice test.
3. Japanese. I'm so out of practice.
4. Writing - specifically, essay writing. I think I'm going to start a narrative essay first, about one of my favourite karate teachers in the universe, Mr. Bishop. Shit, I miss him like crazy. He and Mr. Perrins (the EVIL ONE who was such a bastard to me when I had my tooth extracted) parted ways a few years ago, and Mr. Bishop owns a dojo (karate school) in Grimsby. If we lived closer, I'd so sign up at his dojo, but it's just too far away. Damn!
5. Biology. I want to finish my truly awesome anatomy colouring book - I screwed up on colouring in some vertebrae, but it's too late to fix it. Oh well, it doesn't matter.
6. Reading. I want to read some classics, like Orwell's 1984.
I have this seriously weird itch to go back-to-school shopping, only I can't think of anything that I need. I already got pencils a couple of weeks ago, when we went to Staples after church in that horrific weather. But surely there's something else I need... right? Oh! I know! Medium-point Sharpies! In loads of pretty colours! I have some coloured Sharpies, but they're in an Ultra Fine Point - which is okay, but I want to get some in a bolder point for doing big, obnoxious drawings. I don't draw much, but I'd like to get back into it.
Speaking of drawing, I came across a portfolio of my childhood drawings. Boy, was that a flashback. Some of them aren't too bad, actually. I'd like to get a new sketchbook for making fashion sketches, though, because my sketchbook is full of juvenile drawings. Then again, I got it several years ago at Wal-Mart. Mom says I should get one at Curry's, which is a nice art supply store. I'm not sure if it's a franchise or not - I've only seen one Curry's. I love them, because they carry good markers, nice paper, and even origami paper. Pretty super, if you ask me. I think I'll go on Flyerland and see if they have a Curry's flyer. Maybe I'll convince Mom to get some new paint for her own use. She'd like that. She's been saying that she wants to paint again, and what better time than the present, eh?
On the subject of art, I want to make some collages. We have some National Geographic magazines that nobody reads anymore, and an issue of Glow (the Shopper's Drug Mart magazine), and somewhere in the Abyss of the Flyer Bin is an issue of Famous, which is the Famous Players cinema magazine. Maybe I'll find all of our drawing books and try to draw human beings again. I seem to be better at drawing inanimate objects.
I need music...
There. Music. I love YouTube.
I also want to try cooking Japanese cuisine, like onigiri and sushi. I joined the Bento Artists group on Ravelry because I love the idea of making cute lunches. I know I probably won't need to make myself a boxed lunch for a while, but it would be neat to practice by making a bento the night before and stick it in the fridge, and then I don't have to frantically ask myself, "WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I HAVE FOR LUNCH?!". hehe. I'm borrowing a couple of Japanese cookbooks from the library, which are nice, but they're mostly Western-style stuff.
Wow. I've written a lot.
I'm also going to work on my existing stories. I need to do some research for my crime story first, though. I like writing it, though, because it's different from what I normally write - urban fantasy. Sometimes it's refreshing to write something a little more real, a little more logical. Maybe it's because you don't have to imagine as much. I mean, with a crime story you still have to imagine, but you don't have to make up magic or anything. It's all stuff that can happen anytime, anywhere.
I feel a lot better today than I have for the past few days. Probably because the weather is nice and cool. I still can't wait until I can wear jeans again.
That's all, folks :)
1. Get my algebra knowledge up to scratch. That means going over my polynomials pages and (hopefully) finishing the written work and the practice test. I hate the written work. It's vague as hell.
2. Learn chemistry right from the beginning. I had started using my textbook (Chemistry Demystified - I also have the physics one), but then I stopped because I got lazy and I thought I had cheated on the chapter one practice test.
3. Japanese. I'm so out of practice.
4. Writing - specifically, essay writing. I think I'm going to start a narrative essay first, about one of my favourite karate teachers in the universe, Mr. Bishop. Shit, I miss him like crazy. He and Mr. Perrins (the EVIL ONE who was such a bastard to me when I had my tooth extracted) parted ways a few years ago, and Mr. Bishop owns a dojo (karate school) in Grimsby. If we lived closer, I'd so sign up at his dojo, but it's just too far away. Damn!
5. Biology. I want to finish my truly awesome anatomy colouring book - I screwed up on colouring in some vertebrae, but it's too late to fix it. Oh well, it doesn't matter.
6. Reading. I want to read some classics, like Orwell's 1984.
I have this seriously weird itch to go back-to-school shopping, only I can't think of anything that I need. I already got pencils a couple of weeks ago, when we went to Staples after church in that horrific weather. But surely there's something else I need... right? Oh! I know! Medium-point Sharpies! In loads of pretty colours! I have some coloured Sharpies, but they're in an Ultra Fine Point - which is okay, but I want to get some in a bolder point for doing big, obnoxious drawings. I don't draw much, but I'd like to get back into it.
Speaking of drawing, I came across a portfolio of my childhood drawings. Boy, was that a flashback. Some of them aren't too bad, actually. I'd like to get a new sketchbook for making fashion sketches, though, because my sketchbook is full of juvenile drawings. Then again, I got it several years ago at Wal-Mart. Mom says I should get one at Curry's, which is a nice art supply store. I'm not sure if it's a franchise or not - I've only seen one Curry's. I love them, because they carry good markers, nice paper, and even origami paper. Pretty super, if you ask me. I think I'll go on Flyerland and see if they have a Curry's flyer. Maybe I'll convince Mom to get some new paint for her own use. She'd like that. She's been saying that she wants to paint again, and what better time than the present, eh?
On the subject of art, I want to make some collages. We have some National Geographic magazines that nobody reads anymore, and an issue of Glow (the Shopper's Drug Mart magazine), and somewhere in the Abyss of the Flyer Bin is an issue of Famous, which is the Famous Players cinema magazine. Maybe I'll find all of our drawing books and try to draw human beings again. I seem to be better at drawing inanimate objects.
I need music...
There. Music. I love YouTube.
I also want to try cooking Japanese cuisine, like onigiri and sushi. I joined the Bento Artists group on Ravelry because I love the idea of making cute lunches. I know I probably won't need to make myself a boxed lunch for a while, but it would be neat to practice by making a bento the night before and stick it in the fridge, and then I don't have to frantically ask myself, "WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I HAVE FOR LUNCH?!". hehe. I'm borrowing a couple of Japanese cookbooks from the library, which are nice, but they're mostly Western-style stuff.
Wow. I've written a lot.
I'm also going to work on my existing stories. I need to do some research for my crime story first, though. I like writing it, though, because it's different from what I normally write - urban fantasy. Sometimes it's refreshing to write something a little more real, a little more logical. Maybe it's because you don't have to imagine as much. I mean, with a crime story you still have to imagine, but you don't have to make up magic or anything. It's all stuff that can happen anytime, anywhere.
I feel a lot better today than I have for the past few days. Probably because the weather is nice and cool. I still can't wait until I can wear jeans again.
That's all, folks :)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Afterwards
So Nathan's visit went well. He offered to help me get rid of the remnants of the biology program, but I declined.
I think I miss actually talking to my brother. One time at Grandma and Grandpa's house - it was for a party of some kind, but I can't remember for whom - we just sat in Grandma's kitchen and talked, with their little radio on. They have this little TV with a radio built in. Pretty nifty. Nathan was put to work putting trays of hors d'oevres (I'm probably spelling it wrong) in the oven and then taking them out and serving them - I think Aunt Patti made him do that. I wouldn't put it past her. Anyways, we just sat on the floor and talked. Normally my brother is a social butterfly, but at family functions he often prefers to socialize with only a few people. So today we all chatted pretty normally - me, Nathan, Mom and Steph.
I thought about something else today, too. Before I get into that, I should probably say that the dojo where I got my black belt was not the dojo I had originally started karate at. The dojo I started at was a place closer to our house, and it's in the same plaza as a good fish-and-chips place. We left after I got my red belt, though, because we didn't like the way the instructors - namely, Mr. M and Mr. C - were teaching the classes.
Anyways. What I was thinking about today was a particular evening at that dojo. In the class, all of the boys, directed by Mr. M, had to briefly leave the class because they had all thrown their coats on the floor of the men's change room. While they were attending to the mess, Mr. V had us girls go through our katas (katas are patterns of stances, blocks, kicks, etc, and are pretty much imaginary fights). I was thinking this evening that Mr. V really took us seriously in that class - in all the classes he taught, in fact. That was something neither Mr. M nor Mr. C ever did.
That memory makes me feel awesome.
In other news, my nose hasn't been dripping as much today, which is good. I have thus far watched two discs of Are You Being Served? - one disc yesterday, the other disc today. The whole series is seven discs long, but I think the seventh disc is just special features. So that's cool :) I had a book due back to the library today, and didn't return it today, but I'm not too worried. I have change to pay for fines.
I think I miss actually talking to my brother. One time at Grandma and Grandpa's house - it was for a party of some kind, but I can't remember for whom - we just sat in Grandma's kitchen and talked, with their little radio on. They have this little TV with a radio built in. Pretty nifty. Nathan was put to work putting trays of hors d'oevres (I'm probably spelling it wrong) in the oven and then taking them out and serving them - I think Aunt Patti made him do that. I wouldn't put it past her. Anyways, we just sat on the floor and talked. Normally my brother is a social butterfly, but at family functions he often prefers to socialize with only a few people. So today we all chatted pretty normally - me, Nathan, Mom and Steph.
I thought about something else today, too. Before I get into that, I should probably say that the dojo where I got my black belt was not the dojo I had originally started karate at. The dojo I started at was a place closer to our house, and it's in the same plaza as a good fish-and-chips place. We left after I got my red belt, though, because we didn't like the way the instructors - namely, Mr. M and Mr. C - were teaching the classes.
Anyways. What I was thinking about today was a particular evening at that dojo. In the class, all of the boys, directed by Mr. M, had to briefly leave the class because they had all thrown their coats on the floor of the men's change room. While they were attending to the mess, Mr. V had us girls go through our katas (katas are patterns of stances, blocks, kicks, etc, and are pretty much imaginary fights). I was thinking this evening that Mr. V really took us seriously in that class - in all the classes he taught, in fact. That was something neither Mr. M nor Mr. C ever did.
That memory makes me feel awesome.
In other news, my nose hasn't been dripping as much today, which is good. I have thus far watched two discs of Are You Being Served? - one disc yesterday, the other disc today. The whole series is seven discs long, but I think the seventh disc is just special features. So that's cool :) I had a book due back to the library today, and didn't return it today, but I'm not too worried. I have change to pay for fines.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Ugh.....
Today's been a crappy day. Really.
It started in cardio kickboxing class. My ankle started aching when we were skipping (yes, we really do use skipping ropes in cardio kickboxing). I got through that class okay, but at the start of the adult karate class it started aching again, so I left the class. But that was only the beginning...
Our car decided to quit on us. So my dad called for a tow truck, and then he called the garage by our house. When the tow truck driver dropped us off at the garage, my dad and I walked home. With my karate bag.
Ouch.
It started in cardio kickboxing class. My ankle started aching when we were skipping (yes, we really do use skipping ropes in cardio kickboxing). I got through that class okay, but at the start of the adult karate class it started aching again, so I left the class. But that was only the beginning...
Our car decided to quit on us. So my dad called for a tow truck, and then he called the garage by our house. When the tow truck driver dropped us off at the garage, my dad and I walked home. With my karate bag.
Ouch.
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