Storytime: Friends You Haven’t Met

Aloha humans! Ever heard the phrase “strangers are just friends you haven’t met?” I want to make it obvious where the title came from.


Today, for Valentine’s, Mimi, Lizzie, Blue, and I all went to IHOP for dinner. As we are being seated, I see a girl sitting at a booth and, for whatever reason, I take a note of her. Lizzie would claim it was my psychic powers acting up if I told her. Anyway, we’re seated, we order, now we’re waiting.

As we are waiting, Mambo No. 5 starts playing over the speakers. I turn to Lizzie and say, “Monika.”

She giggles and we start saying Monika in time with the names and Mimi gets kinda irritated. We start to explain the meme, when, from over in the direction of the booth with the girl, we hear, “I know exactly what you’re talking about!”

I turn and say, “Thank you!”

There were now two girls in the booth, and it was the new one that had spoken up. Tehy return to eating and my family returns to talking.

A little time passed.

Mimi asks about a recording Lizzie and I did that we ended up losing. I start explaining the process of recording and editing, and what exactly happened to the hour of footage we lost, when I suddenly:

What’s your YouTube?”

The girl I’d noticed when we walked in was standing at the end of our booth holding out her phone. I take it and type in my username.

“Cool. I heard you talking and I was like ‘Oh, a YouTuber!’ so I wanted to subscribe.”

I was so frickin’ zazzed. I sat bouncing in my seat for a while before the food came and I pulled myself together.

And that’s how I gained to (possible) subscribers today.

Some cool things about this:

  1. Bonding with random strangers over memes and YouTube
  2. Someone I don’t know well taking an interest in my YouTube channel
  3. Me getting a feeling that one of those girls was gonna pipe up during the parts of the conversation before they did. I’m not even kidding, I could kinda feel them listening to the conversation. Like when someone is staring at you and you can feel it? But a bit nicer.

Anyway, that’s all I got. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!





Aloha humans! Let’s have a ramble y post talking about music!

First off, I love music. My family is very musical (and artistic in all kinds of ways). My brother is a composer (he’s got a blog, but I don’t think he posts on it much anymore). Sometimes, however, it can be really annoying. I hate when my Culinary class listens to the same country Pandora station everyday for weeks. They do it often, and it’s always the same 20 or so songs, with only 1 good one in the batch. How are they not sick of this yet? Also annoying, a song you hate getting stuck in your head. I don’t even know the words, why are you here? So frustrating!!!

Some songs flow together really well. Like, my brain will just combine songs that are really similar sometimes. For example:

After all the stops and starts
We keep comin’ back to these two hearts
Two angels who’ve been rescued from the fall
After all that we’ve been through
It all comes down to me and you
I guess it’s meant to be, forever you and me, after all”

Now the miles stretch out behind me loves that I have lost
Broken hearts lie victims of the game
Then good luck it finally stuck like lightning from the blue
Every highway leading me back to you”
Oh, almost paradise
We’re knocking on heaven’s door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes

These parts of these three songs (links are the first letter of each bit) fit together so well! Seriously, this little medley popped into my head fully formed one day (like Athena) and gets stuck in my head every now and then; that’s how well they fit together. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that these songs are all the same genre and have a similar format, but still.

Trying to sing well is bittersweet with me. I want to sound good, but I have a lot of memories, good and bad, associated with the process of trying to learn to sing. I’ve pretty much given up on being a self-taught good singer. Bro teaching me is out of the question; I just cannot have a functioning student-teacher dynamic with him. We either end up goofing off or arguing every time he tries to teach me something. Bro can really sing, but (sorry, Bro) he can’t really teach. Or, at least, he can’t teach me. I won’t lie, I’m a terrible student. If it isn’t a simple “take notes, do homework” setting, I don’t retain the information well. Music doesn’t really work that way (at least, not when Bro teaches it).

That’s enough for now. I have more to say about music, but I feel like I should save some ideas for the future.

Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Little Facts About Me

Aloha humans! It’s always difficult to come up with subjects for blog posts, so, when I’m completely at a loss, I like to return to one subject I know better than most. My many weird idiosyncrasies.

Let’s do this!

  • I’m a terrible typist. That isn’t one I was planning on mentioning, but it’s driving me crazy right now.
  • I’m obsessed with accessories, in a weird way. I don’t accessorize based on what I’m wearing; I have certain things I wear everyday. If I’m missing even one of them, my day takes a blow. They are: my opal ring, my spinner ring, my lanyard, my chewy necklace, the yarn on my wrist, my hamsa bracelet, a hairband on my wrist, and either of my hoodies (red or pokemon). Recently, I’ve added a watch to this list as well. I think it’s part of my wanting to establish a visible identity. I want to have an accessory people can associate with me. Now I’ve got lots and they have become ingrained into my routine.
  • I hate having wet or sticky hands. It drives me crazy. The wet hands thing actually came about because one time I was doing my math homework and needed to go to the restroom. I came back, but my hands we’re still wet from washing them. I ended up ruining part of the worksheet with the water. After that, I started drying my hands more carefully after washing them. Like the accessories, it’s become so ingrained in me that if I am unable to dry my hands completely for some reason, it bothers me until they dry off. The sticky hands bit is obvious. Who likes being sticky?

Well, that’s all I can think of right now! If I think of more, I’ll make another one. This ended up being way shorter than I expected.

Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Storytime: A Midsummer Night’s Jersey

Aloha humans! I actually remembered something funny! What?! Okay, in all seriousness, here is the story of my one and only time acting.

It was 7th grade, the annual One Act Play competition. In middle school, One Act Play was a contest that you only did once, it didn’t have stages like it did in High School (no district, region, state). Our school decided to do a parody of A Midsummer Night’s Dream called: Midsummer/Jersey.

It’s even worse than it sounds. It is straight up a Jersey Shore parody of Shakespeare’s classic comedy.

I really, really wanted to play Puck. Unfortunately, the director was also the school’s guidance counselor, and that meant lots of favouritism. I lost the part to a girl we’ll call… Opal. I hated her for a good three weeks after that. We’re chill now. I assume. I haven’t talked to her since High School.

Instead, I played a fairy named Moonbeam and a girl named… um… (“Lizzie, what was my character’s name?” “Oh, uh… I don’t remember…” “TO GOOGLE!”) Franci, or Terri, or whatever. I think Franci. Franci Flute. She plays Juliet in the play at the end.

I was not exactly a majour character, so… I barely remember the plot, I just remember my bits.

Oh, and guess who else was in this play? My sister! I’d invite her to come comment, but she’s already gonna be guest starring on my YouTube later, so we’ll save her til then, alright?

Anyway, she played Nikki Bottom. Who plays Romeo. That was funny. And awkward.

Okay, now for some stories from our performance!

  • There’s this bit where Puck is supposed to incorrectly finish Oberon’s sentence. Oberon is about to say heart, Puck returns exclaiming that he is “back!” Funny concept, but Opal didn’t quite get the joke. Whenever she came on stage she’d just say the word back, like purposely finishing the sentence. This finally drove me crazy enough that I explained, “You’re supposed to say back like you’re telling Oberon that you’re back, not like the part of the body.” The I demonstrated, “Baaack!” She used the exact way I said it and was praised for it. I’m still proud of myself for that.
  • For the end, during the Romeo and Juliet play-within-a-play, we needed a dagger. All we had in our atrocious prop room was a broad sword. After Lizzie spent several practices trying to work out how to use this sword as a dagger without looking like an idiot, the director finally turned it over to the wood shop to get it shortened. It was much easier after that.
  • At the point where Juliet dies at the end, I was supposed to dramatically say “Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!” and collapse dead on top of “Romeo.” The director decided it would be better if I punctuated each “Adieu!” by collapsing, and then rising again, essentially teasing the audience into not knowing if I’m alive or dead yet. Funny in theory, literally painfully awkward in practice. Turns out collapsing dead, in a convincing manner, on top of someone is quite painful and it was really hard for Liz to not grunt or exclaim in pain when I fell on her. Falling onto someone isn’t exactly a picnic either, so in the end, I just said my “Adieu!”s really dramatically and let that be the end of it.
  • Not really from the show, but related. The prop room was an absolute mess and it was difficult to find the costumes and set pieces we needed for the show. So, we decided to organize it. I was put in charge of this big box full of hats. As I was digging through the hats, I found a dead mouse in the bottom of the box, surrounded by ruined hats. We threw the box out after that. I think they’ve replaced it with a plastic bin with a lid.
  • In an effort to mimic Jersey Shore fashion, all the girls were supposed to wear bumps in their hair. I was not a fan of this plan. Luckily, I happened to have a sparkly, black trilby. It matched my generic background character outfit pretty well, so I asked the director if I could wear it. I got the green light and didn’t have to sit in hair and makeup for two hours. Just one. For the makeup. Theater makeup is intense, people.
  • At the end of our show, we have a bit where the characters celebrate completing the play-within-a-play by dancing to Katy Perry’s Firework. It was one of very few prerecorded sound effects, so it shouldn’t have been difficult to play. Except, once, it wouldn’t play. In the middle of a performance. We had to compensate by awkwardly humming the music as we danced around the stage. Woo.
  • My sister used to be super anti-cussing. You wouldn’t know it now, she’s practically a sailor, but 8th grade (for her, 7th for me) was right around the time she was getting over that. And one of her lines was, “They’re trying to make an ass out of me!” She giggled almost every time she said it. She laughed at the contest!
  • Speaking of Lizzie! Instead of just a donkey head, or long ears, or something that made sense, our director bought a donkey ONSIE for her transformation. She had to go backstage, put on a onsie, put on her overshirt over it, and get back on stage within the space of about 20 seconds. We only truly pulled it off once. Contest day.
  • Finally, and most importantly, show day. The one true time we had to do this and do it well. We were all nervous, but pretty stoked. For this one night, all of our differences, our arguing, and our pettiness melted away. We were a team, a family. Trust me, it did not last. It didn’t even last to our next play (there was a student run one, just for fun). I’m getting off topic. The point is, we really came together for this. Hair and makeup worked the fastest and had us looking the best they’d ever done, props were all ready for striking, lights and sounds were on point, the stage crew (which was just whatever actors weren’t on stage at any given moment) were super efficient. It was truly our best show. Except when Lizzie corpsed, but shhhh…. Drama aside (hahahahahaha), we won. First place! WOOOOT! I get excited just remembering it. I never talked to those people afterwards (except Opal, she’s chill)(probably)(and obviously Lizzie).

So, that’s it. My acting career. One play (and I guess you can count this one choir show, but…)(and the time I did a one-man performance of BMC for Lizzie’s B-day, but that was self-run and my acting SUCKED). ANYway, you humans should comment if you have any funny acting stories. I love hearing/reading them, so bring it on! If anyone actually does this, I’d be willing to read them out for a video if you give permission.

Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


Things I Heard Today

Aloha humans! Today has had a few small gems of overheard conversations and since I’m not exactly a fountain of original content right now, take this instead.

“Yeah, I plan on doing that assignment tomorrow.” “I’ll be coming around to check your assignments.” “S**t.”

“Why’s the teacher annoying? Because she’s sick!”

“It combines the best parts of YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook. I call it: YouTwitFace!”

Wow, I expected to remember more of those. Oh well, I think that last one makes up for it. Brevity is the soul of wit or whatever.

Until next time! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


TV Rec.

Aloha humans! What better way to kick off this return than with a TV show recommendation. I’ve been spending a lot of this hiatus watching a show a friend of mine recommended to me. However, I’ve been watching the English version and she, being from Thailand, has not, so this will focus on the English version with the Westernized names. If you’re a fan of the original, forgive me. Please.

Okay, so the name of the dub is Cased Closed. It’s about 17 year old Jimmy Kudo (seriously, forgive the western names, it’s the only version I know) who is turned into an 8 year old. I won’t spoil how, just watch the first episode and it will all become clear.

Anyway, because of the circumstances in which he is turned into a little kid, he can’t tell anyone who he really is, not even his best-friend-sorta-girlfriened, Rachel. The only one who knows his real identity (at first) is his next door neighbor and kooky scientist friend, Dr. Agasa. I dunno if he’s a friend of the family or if this is a Back to the Future type situation, but it doesn’t matter. Dr. Agasa arranges for Jimmy, now using the name Conan (after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, which I love), to move in with Rachel because her father, Richard Moore, is a private detective.

Unfortunately, Richard is not a very good detective, which brings us to the plot.

Let’s start with important characters (once more, sorry for western names):

  • Jimmy Kudo/Conan Edogawa – The real detective, with gadgets and a Sherlock Holmes obsession to rival my own
  • Rachel Moore – The love-interest who is really frickin’ scary. Seriously, she’s a regional champion martial artist and in the first episode alone she is shown breaking a stone pillar with a single kick. So scary. She’s super sweet though.
  • Richard Moore – Rachel’s father. A really bad private detective that Conan is always solving cases for (without Richard quite knowing what’s happening). He’s a drunk and a flirt, but he’s actually a really good dad. Doesn’t get along great with Conan, tho.
  • Amy – A girl in Conan’s class who has a crush on him. The only female member of the Junior Detective League (the Heart)
  • Mitch – A boy in Conan’s class who has a crush on Amy. A member of the Junior Detective League (the Smart Guy)
  • George –  A boy in Conan’s class who also has a crush on Amy. Another member of the Junior Detective League (the Big Guy)
    • There are only four of them, but I gave them Five Man Band roles, with Conan being the leader. If you had to leave out one member, it would be the Lancer, right? Moving on…

I guess next I should explain groups:

  • Moore Detective Agency – Richard’s company. Solves mysteries, no set prices apparently.
    • Members:
      • Richard
      • Conan
      • Rachel
  • The Police – pretty self explanatory
    • Members:
      • Inspector Meguire – police inspector that worked with Richard when Richard was a police detective
      • Inspector (or is it Officer, I’m never quite sure) Santos – works with Inspector Meguire. Introduced in the first movie
      • A bunch of extras or rarely occurring characters whose names I can’t be bothered to remember
  • Junior Detective League – A group of kids that solve mysteries that are brought to them either by chance or by other kids in their school
    • Members:
      • Conan
      • Amy
      • Mitch
      • George
      • Dr. Agasa – provides them with little gadgets, like a badge that doubles a super long range walkie-talkie

I think that’s enough facts. I love this show because of the crazy mysteries, the awesome deductions, all the neat stuff you can learn from watching it, and because the characters (despite how I’ve dumbed them down here) are really cool and lovable. There’s a teensy bit of gore (y’know, blood) and a bit of language (d**n, b*****d, etc), but if you’re over the age of 13, it’s nothing you can’t handle.

That about sums it up. If you watch it, tell me if you like it! Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!


I Miss You!!!

Aloha humans! It’s been sooooo long! I still have nothing to talk about, so don’t expect a lot, but I miss you humans too much to stay away!

I’m back and I’m gonna try to stay here and I’m going back to the sae update scheddule and I’m so EXCITED TO BE BACK!!!!!!

ANyway, without any further ado, let’s bring on the content!