This is the Last of Us (Lucky #15/The First One Was Better, Probably)...

     Hello, all!  G-star here, and it's my 15th birthday!  I've got a Birthday Broadcast going on Grooveshark, I'm wearing my favorite outfit (an Allstate t-shirt and comfy jeans), and, obviously, I'm doing something I enjoy (in the middle of class ^_^").  I'm not doing much today...just inviting some friends over and having cake.  My brother has his first baseball game of the season today so my parents won't be home too much tonight, but they're taking me to Patveli's performance (he's in band) at the IHS fundraiser auction tonight.  He said he might give me a birthday shoutout, so I'm looking forward to it. <3  My last post was a complaint about life, so I hope no one thought it was going to be my last...I was in a bad mood.  I'm fine now.
     Yesterday, as a (continued?) birthday present, my mom redyed my hair since it was starting to fade.  She got a dye called "sky blue" from a hair supply place, but it's really more like dye blue than sky blue.  I'd love to see the sky that they got that color out of.  She slathered it on and did it completely differently than the original stylist did...we rinsed my hair out later and a ton came out, but it was still really, really bright.  Honest to God, I felt like a punk rocker.  This morning a little more came out when I shampooed, giving it an odd tinted look.  It actually looks pretty cool, though.  I'll post a webcam picture once I get home.
     On Saturday night, as a birthday present for Patveli (his birthday is the day before mine, which annoys me to no end), we went to the movies.  A fairly new Dynasty member but old friend, Buzz, found an old gift card to the theater at the mall and we used that.  We were all supposed to bring $15 and pool our money later for snacks, but the amount actually brought was fairly uneven.  Eventually everyone arrived (I'm not going to name them all because I don't want to make up that many nicknames, but Patveli's best friend, another IHS girl, Rory, and MC also came) and we headed inside for food.  After we pooled the money, we but various boxes of candy, a couple sodas, two large Icees, and three -- yes, three -- large popcorns.  Overall...we spent about $60.  As we were counting out the money at the counter to pay, several of us were glancing around, afraid we were going to get mugged or something.  It was a LOT of money. 
     The food was worth it, but unfortunately, the movie was not.  We saw Godzilla.  I never did see the original, but I bet it was better.  The majority of the film was set in America, and there were only about two Japanese characters who actually received names.  The plot fell apart halfway through, which was about when I stopped paying attention and MC "zoned out".  At some point, all the American characters looked alike with blonde hair and blue eyes, and I couldn't even tell what was going on.  The special effects were pretty good, but that was about the only upside.  There were a LOT of explosions and guns.  Plus some obvious disregard of basic logic.
     *hoo*  Alright, now that I'm done ragging on Godzilla, let's get back to the topic at hand.  (And what would that be?)  I mentioned before that I'd put up the new site on my birthday, and I will...tomorrow.  I'm not technically 15 yet, so it would be a lie to say that I was.  (Also, there are a few more things I need to put up...including Adsense, I'm still dedicated to getting one of those.)  But I'll give you a teaser!  On the new site, I'll be putting up a lot more of my original art; the background itself is even something I drew!  (Honestly, I felt guilty using any other picture in case it was from an anime.)  But also, I'm going to be rotating through a few different backgrounds, and probably only one or two of them will be original.  I have a few others that I loved that I didn't end up using for the main theme that I'll have up on various days.  I'll try to change the background every, hm, week or so?  (But then I'll have to change the color theme every time...)
     As I said before, the name of the blog will be changing.  Since I'll begin posting around summertime, I didn't think it appropriate to name the blog after my high school experiences, especially since the entries have been straying further and further from that topic.  So, since most popular blogs have short names that roll off the tongue, I deigned to call it LaDeeBlog, and I will just be Sara.  The thing has an in-site forum (woohoo!  Maybe then it'll get more visitors if people don't have to click on a link to another site...) with a chat room, a full-on profile, and some other cool stuff I can't remember just now.  (Eheh.)  So look forward to it!  I promise it'll be worth it.  The next post will just be a short explanation for new readers with a link directing everyone to the new site, so until then, this is G-star, signing off!

P.S.
I just realized that this is the last official post for this site....thank you, Blogger!!  You've served me well!!!

How (Not) To Become an Internet Personality.

     Hello, all.  G-star here.  I always recognize friends by how quickly they notice a new haircut.  If they compliment it right away, you know that either they're a good friend or they stalk you (there's one girl in my Basketball class whom I'm not sure about).  If they point it out like it's a statement, they're probably just observant.  If they say it like it's a question, as in "You got a haircut?" then they're probably just nice acquaintances.  And if they don't notice it or take a day or two to mention it, then they don't know you very well.  It's the most concerning when they don't notice that you got a neon colored streak in your hair.
     That's right, Starlets, I got that blue streak I've been talking about!  (Starlets...I kind of like that.  Like Potterheads or Owl Citizens.  Too bad it makes my fans [?] sound like teenage celebrities.  *shrug*)  My mom's (and now my) favorite hairstylist at a downtown salon is moving next month so we decided to get it done now.  Apparently it's my birthday present.  She had never used the blue dye before (I'm the first!) so the first time she put it in (after bleaching my beautiful brown hair *hair flip*) it turned this odd shade of sea green/silver.  I actually thought it looked pretty cool, but she was already going to the trouble of mixing a new batch so I didn't say anything.  Anyway, it turned out well and I'll include a picture below.
     I also got my hair cut.  Some people might call it boyish, but I prefer the term "manageable".  The streak was put in before the cut, so it got a little funky when she trimmed my bangs.  But I still like how it looks.
     Also, a happy Mothers' Day to moms everywhere, including my own!  Yesterday, as a present to the mom of the house, my family went to see that movie that just came out, Moms' Night Out.  My dad, brother and I thought it was ridiculously entertaining, but apparently the recipient of the gift got stressed out about all of it.  I looked over several times during the course of the film and never saw her smile even once.  To make up for it we had to go out and buy cake.
     I really liked the cab driver character, for some reason.  Probably because he had a British accent.  I favor those.  Why did you think I was a Potterhead?  Naturally it's not for the adventure and magic.
     The main character was supposed to be a "Mommy Blogger".  At the beginning of the movie she had stressed-out rants that, actually, I would've read, and three followers.  At the end when she posted this deep, metaphorical thing, she had 235 followers.
     By the end of the movie I was just jealous.
     Not to be ungrateful, I love and appreciate all you wonderful followers!  You're amazing!!!  But her sudden claim to fame was just unrealistic.  I mean, one post and suddenly she gains an extra 232 readers?  Personally, I thought that one entry was like most other really popular blogs out there: thinky stuff that isn't particularly entertaining yet is renowned for its greatness.  (I feel like I made every English teacher shudder right there.)  It also makes me wonder if that's why mine isn't particularly popular.  I've never liked serious content, or, as Patveli calls it, "real talk".  It makes me feel awkward.  That's the main reason I try to shy away from the darker topics in my entries.  MC finds it strange (nah, just annoying) that my main topic is myself, but what else would I talk about?  Many bloggers try to relate to their readers, but I'm not like many bloggers.  I know nothing about celebrities (I swear to God, I have no idea who Angelina Jolie is), don't go through many common situations that people may need advice on, or even really have anything that someone might vaguely recognize from their own life.  Seriously, I spend my time blogging, roleplaying, and reading manga.  Do you really think that I have much of a life to relate to?  MC and I spent LITERALLY ALL SATURDAY watching anime: Steins;Gate and The Devil is a Part-Timer.  (The latter was particularly entertaining.)  And if I strayed from my daily life I would have no choice but to end up in the shadows.  (See?!  Right there!  This paragraph is growing darker and darker!)  It makes me wonder what would happen if I really did start writing more serious entries.  Other than lose the few followers I currently have who read this for a few laughs, would I suddenly become an internet personality?  Hyperbole and a Half is a very popular blog (with its own omnibus!  I read it!) that's actually a bit similar to mine.  The big difference, though, is that the righter has many more experiences than I do to draw upon; also, while I focus on day-to-day topics, she writes whatever comes to mind that seems ridiculous at the time.  She also has funny pictures.  That probably helps.
     Okay.  Now that that particularly rant-like paragraph is trailing off into jokes, let us sally forth.  (I love that comic strip.)
     The school year is nearly over and my birthday is coming up.  (It's on a Monday.  Noooo.)  It was fun being a freshman...I guess?  Next year as a sophomore the Handshake Dynasty is going to do a little scavenger hunt involving cardstock figures I made of each member.  (Actually, I need to finish those.  I'll do requests, so just comment below for a character or, if it's a real person, include a picture!)  Prizes will be candy.  I suggested this to Patveli this year, but he said we should wait a year, since most students probably wouldn't take a bunch of freshman holding something like this seriously.  It does make sense, and we would have everything set by then.  This summer I promised myself to finally work on Zane's comic, which I have been putting off until now.  That might actually be a good thing, though, since my drawing style has improved quite a bit since I last messed with it.  I plan to lock myself in a room with no manga, books, or distractions besides a speaker setup with J-pop, Owl City, The Jellyrox, and Paramore blasting.  Of course, every time I swear to do this I end up balking out and reading a book.  So this time I have to be careful!
     I would gladly go on for hours about this stuff, but I won't put you through that, so I'll go now.  Since I posted today, the next entry probably won't be until...maybe Thursday?  Probably later, unless I have something I really want to write about.  Until then, this is G-star, signing off.

All I Can Do is Whine On My Blog About Bad Sequels (Finally, a Decent Hobby).

     Hello, all.  G-star here.  I'm sorry this post is so late, but the parents have complete control over my computer access and so I just had to wait.... *sigh*
     I don't exactly have anything to talk about, but I figured I'd stick with what seems to work:

     (This gif, by the way, is courtesy of MC.  She suggested this anime to me, and from the picture she sent me I thought "aw, it looks cute, maybe I'll give it a shot"....before she told me that the main character can make swords with her blood.  Oh, fun. -_-)
     Yesterday my family went to see that new Muppet movie, Muppets: Most Wanted.  You can tell just from the title that they're getting desperate.  And they really are.  The line from the first song in the movie, "and everybody knows that the sequel's never quite as good" pretty much sums up the whole movie.  This is only amplified by the fact that Dr. Honeydew mentions in the same song, that, technically, this is the seventh sequel since the first Muppet feature.  The lyrics are kinda stupid, especially when the humans dramatically pose while singing.  I can't really explain why the movie sucked, it just did.  Maybe because I'm used to much better quality (I've seen all the other Muppet movies, along with a lot of the Muppet Show episodes).  The only things I looked forward to were the periodic interruptions by Sam Eagle and that Interpol guy.  And even then, I couldn't help but wonder, if Sam was taken from his newscaster job during the montage last movie and was with the Muppets the whole time, how does he suddenly have a job at the CIA?  It defies all logic.
     Of course, my opinion of this movie is a bit biased by the fact that, for some reason, plotlines involving people trying to pretend to be other people stress me out.  Don't ask why; I've been like this since elementary school, when I tried to read the Katie Kazoo, Switcheroo series.
     Well, that's it for my useless movie review.  Now for something I'm a bit more enthusiastic about.  I think I've finally found my calling; paper action figures.  You all know I enjoy drawing, but it's stressful as I can't really draw backgrounds or even situations for characters.  All I can draw is people, and occasionally, a cat.  So now, after many failures at comics and drawings, I tried these.  Here's an example:

The only difference is I color mine.  I'll post a couple pictures when I get a chance; I'm pretty proud of them.  ^_^  Out of boredom and with access to cardstock I made a bookend Ciel.  It was really cute, so MC asked me to make a Yuno Gasai figure (from Future Diary), which ended up with a bloody axe and standing on a severed head.  I'm proud of that too.
     Patveli requested that I make cutouts of all the dynasty members, and I'll post pictures of those as soon as I finish them.  They take about an hour each and I almost never screw them up, unlike when I'm drawing a comic or full-on picture.  These will be fun.
    Next year we plan to make copies of the dynasty figures and hide them all around school for a scavenger hunt.  If you find all five, you get a candy bar!  Patveli refuses to do it until next year, though, because "we'll be looked down on if we pull something like this while at the bottom of the totem pole".  This is true; it could end badly if we try this while still freshmen.  So I'm going to be copying and stocking up on candy until next fall.  I'll tell you how it turns out then.
     Well, that was all the interesting anything that's happened recently, so this is the end.  Until next time, this is G-star, signing off!

The Immediate FAIL (Cruel and Unusual Punishment/The Moral-less Movie).

     Hello, all.  G-star here.  Back from the BOB competition with a guilty conscience and an annoying tune stuck in my head.
     Before I begin, you should know two things: despite my energetic and smiley personality (which you can't tell on here, because, really, how do you make typing energetic?), I'm a horrible pessimist.  I come up with the worst possible consequence for every action.
     Secondly, I'm ridiculously competitive.  I have to win everything.  24/7.  It's terrible.
     We practiced in the car the whole way there, and we did pretty well, so I was confident.  When we got there, I borrowed a pen (in the process nearly forgetting who lent it to me), sat and listened to an hour-long assembly about the rules we had read on the way there, and went off to our first battle.  It went decently; we were evenly matched and every now and then caught a question the other team answered incorrectly, but were beaten both times.  After that was the tournament, before which two teams from the preliminary rounds are eliminated.  When they finally put up the tournament schedule, I went into shock.  Why?  WE WERE LAST OF THE 16 TEAMS TO MAKE IT AND THEY HAD PUT US UP AGAINST #1.  THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!!!  Those jerks.......they should at least give us a CHANCE.
     We tried to keep our hopes up by saying to each other that they probably just had such a high score because the other team sucked and they picked up a bunch of questions, but as to be expected, we lost.  Badly.  Well, we did pretty well in the first round (In Which Book), but lost a bunch of questions in the second.  I was pouting the entire time, and I think one of the girls, our alternate, got ticked off at me...
     I didn't respond well to any of this because of my competitiveness, and I was a little depressed afterward.  (Well, you'd be, too, if you'd spent six months reading and practicing just to get out in your second match.)  Fortunately, my family went out and (finally) saw the Lego Movie in a local theater.  It was a really tiny theater; only two movie rooms, and people only started showing up when the movie was about to start.  Speaking of which, the theater itself only opened 15 minutes before the actual movie started. ^_^'  There were a ton of commercials, but one of them had Kurt Hugo Schneider, one of my favorite Youtubers, in it; he had posted the ad on his channel a while ago, and it involves him making music by tapping on empty Coke bottles.  It's really cool.
     Now to the actual movie...it was actually really good.  I was happy that the '80s spaceman (Benny) wasn't just a minor character.  Those astronauts are the only Lego characters my brother and I ever actually played with.  They would have adventures on distant planets, use jetpacks, ride space-scooters, and battle aliens.  Ah, fond memories...
     We were both cheering Benny on the whole time.  SPACESHIP!!!! SPACESHIP SPACESHIP SPACESHIP!!!
     The only thing was it didn't really seem to have a moral.  At first it seemed to encourage being special, then working as a team, then...family?  In other words, learning-wise, it was pointless.
     Afterwards, we were all starving, so I convinced my family to go to this oddly named grill...that had a soda fountain.  (There was a billboard up, and that sentence was what caught my eye.)  After a lot of complaining from my brother (who wanted pizza) and some doubtful comments from my parents (who thought it seemed suspicious, for some reason), we ended up there.  I had a patty melt with this amazing BBQ sauce...ohmygosh....it was so GOOD.
     Then I had a Wod Fam Choc Sod (or what passed for one; that was an Adventures in Oddyssey reference, by the way) and my brother, finally satisfied, had a crudload of birthday cake ice cream....that tasted exactly like yellow cake.  It was weird.
     Anyway, then we went home, and I have to stop typing now.  Out of computer time.  Until whatever next time I post, this is G-star, signing off.

DON'T TOUCH THE WAAAAAAAALL ("Fitz-Simmons" Liars, Perhaps).

     Hello, all.  G-star here, slightly annoyed (as I have been for quite a while now) at the fact that Blogger doesn't seem to acknowledge that tab = paragraph indent key, along with several other websites.  Nnn.  Blatant disrespect for obvious writing rules like that one on the internet just bug me.  Just like people putting an apostrophe in a possessive "its" on, of all things, a writing website!!!  Not only that, but incorrect uses of "to" and "too".  Gosh, if you're going to write, do it right... (pun not intended.)

     Anyway, after ranting about laws of writing, let's get to the actual subject of this post, which, to be honest, isn't really anything in particular.  The one thing I've been wanting to talk about is something I watched with my parents a few days ago; I walked into the room and they were playing some sort of action movie, so I sat down, interested.  Within five minutes (of movie, not counting commercials) of me getting there, three people died in violent, horrible, extremely morbid deaths.  You know those horror movies where you can see the murderer around the corner, but the character can't, and you're shouting like a madman at the TV, "DON'T GO IN THERE!!!  HE'S RIGHT TH...NOOOOO!!!"  (I probably shouldn't have talked about horror films, now I'm afraid there's a guy with a knife behind me. -_-)  Well, this was the same thing.  The characters were in this office building that kept being struck by lightning while at the same time being chased by this really bad CGI ball of pink electricity, and the buff, handsome, evidently genius main action guy was telling everyone not to touch the walls or railing of the staircase, because if they did, they'd be electrocuted, but it was really tight, and this one lady kept sort of stumbling toward the wall, so you just knew something bad was going to happen, and I was yelling "Stupid!  Stop tripping!  BE CAREFUL MORON!!!"  (Dag, that was a REALLY long sentence.)  ...Then the lady fell down the stairs, got electrocuted, and when another guy, noticing she was still breathing, tried to help her, he died too.  It was HORRID.  At that point my parents gave up on it and when they went to the guide to turn something else on, I noticed the name of the movie was "Ice Twister", and the description said that it was about some scientist guy who somehow puts shards of ice into a tornado.  That had absolutely NOTHING  to do with the movie.  I don't know why they even try.  Oh, remember how I mentioned the "really bad CGI ball of pink electricity"?  Well, I wasn't kidding.  It was pathetic how bad the special effects were.  The ball wobbled around with the camera instead of with the background, so the fact that it was edited in was plain for all to see, not that anyone would want to.
     Speaking of horror, I was watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. again last night.  This one was akin to a scary movie, as it was about a girl the team was keeping in the plane who was being haunted.  This guy with a monkey wrench kept appearing and disappearing before and after beating people up and/or locking them in closets.  He took out the power, but the lights kept flickering, and when the lights would be on you'd see him in a doorway, then they'd flicker and he'd be gone.  It was almost like Slenderman the way he disappeared.
     This doesn't have to do with the ghost guy, but it does have to do with the show.  I believe on one of my "culture updates" (they're beginning to have less to do with manga and more to do with stories in general, so I'm going to call them that instead) I talked about how much I love the fact that Fitz and Simmons seem more like siblings than coworkers.  Well, recently I've noticed a lot of the other characters referring to them as "Fitz-Simmons" like they're one person, and I think that's funny.  That's just me, though, and just because they're my favorite characters. ._.
     I just went web-surfing and discovered that someone made a fan video of the amazing tech duo's origins, appropriately named "Fitz-Simmons".  Apparently they had the idea in May, which I don't understand since the series started this fall.  (What...?)  Anyway, they said they were going to have it out by early summer (again, don't understand the timing) but I did a little searching (when I say a little, I mean five minute's worth) and I couldn't find the video itself anywhere, even though they had a Kickstarter for it and everything.  (*nose randomly explodes*  Guh...sorry, someone must be talking about me.)  Needless to say, it's a little concerning, not to mention disappointing.  (Speaking of noses, mine has been hurting on one side [on the outside] whenever I touch or accidentally press on it.  There's a sort of lump...maybe I was stung by a bee or something, although I think I would've noticed.)  Anyway, I'll see what I can find out about that video, but until Saturday, this is G-star, signing out.

P.S.
Have any of you seen FLCL (Fooly Cooly)?  If so, is it good?  The club I introduced a while back reeeeaaally wants me to watch it.  Apparently they've all seen it several times.  Also, the way this country is going by way of education, I'm a little concerned that most kids my age may not even know what P.S. means.  Put a comment below with the definition if you know, but NO GOOGLING.  Yes, I already know, I just want to know if you do.

Mini-Ramble: Dreams are Directly Related to Reality (If it's a Nightmare, Get Some Help).

     Hello, all.  G-star here.  I know it's Tuesday, and that normally a Mini-Ramble could wait until tomorrow, (wait, it is Tuesday, right?) but I had the oddest (and most realistic) dream last night, and I wanted to write it down before I forgot.  This is unrelated, but the post title is strange, isn't it?  Gonen'nasai.  I've been reading too much Hayate the Combat Butler lately, and the names of the episodes seem to be based off of popular Japanese sayings, so I thought I'd do something similar with a saying I made up (no, that is not a quote from Plato, I know, it's so deep it's difficult to believe -_-).  Thing is, since I'm not Japanese, for the longest time I had trouble correlating each title with the actual topic of the episode (I had this same problem with Sayonara, Zetsubou-Sensei), but I think I'm beginning to understand them now.
     (There was something else unrelated I wanted to mention, but I've forgotten....)  Now to the point of this entry; my dream.  It really was the strangest thing; the earliest part I remember was where my dad and I were at the mall (specifically in a clothing store) and this weird guy was pulling out a bunch of clothes for me to try on.  For some reason all the outfits he picked were boys' clothes (but they still looked good on me; I look like a guy anyway, so I guess it just worked), and, even though my dad kept protesting and telling him I was a girl, he kept doing it...  (I went to the movies last night with my dad, so that part makes sense, and I was writing a story yesterday where I was mixed up for a boy, so that makes sense too, but what was with the creepy guy...?  Well, there WAS a similar character in an audiobook I was listening to, so...maybe?...)  Eventually we got away, and the first thing I remember after that was yelling in some guy's face...and I was breathing fire.  (Yeah, like the creepy guy dressing me up like a doll wasn't enough.)  It was actually kinda cool, actually.  Next thing I knew, I had cool scaly wings (still breathing fire here; my guess is I was turning into a dragon girl.  Isn't there a movie like that [Dragonborn]?) and was wearing goggles for some reason (it looked weird with glasses -_-), and I was fighting off Garfield lookalikes with two friends from school, Perk and Lee (nicknames, of course).  Then I was suddenly at my youth group (or somewhere similar), and when I went to say hi to the worship team (still a dragon, by the way), one of the girl singers, the one I'm the least close to, gave me a cold look and sarcastically said "Thanks, Sara," and slammed the door shut (they were meeting in one of the side rooms).  My best guess is she was mad at the fact that I didn't do worship anymore; I tried to protest, telling her that I never got an email, but the door wouldn't open.  I went and cried under a table, and Perk showed up to comfort me.  I woke up sometime around then, but the whole dream I had wings, fire breath, goggles, and, possibly, horns.
     It sounded cooler in my head.
     So now I'm considering doing a comic about that...with the weird guy at the beginning being the cause of me growing wings (not to mention breathing fire).  Hey, it could be fun.  Sorry for wasting your time, but this entry did have one important function: now I can talk more about Perk and Lee, the comedy duo (at least I think so) from my school!  Though I don't know if that was worth three giant paragraphs.  Anyway, until tomorrow, G-star out.