Recipe- A Pasta Sandwhich

Here’s a suuuuper easy recipe that’s creative, easy to make, and Ali Approved. I mean, it’s something that even I can make. And this is the girl that has set the microwave on fire whilst making microwavable popcorn. Multiple times.

Ahem. Well, this a unique twist on what the hell to do with leftover pasta you’re just tired of reheating over and over again that will just never finish. So here’s the recipe. Well, instructions. It’s very flexible, so you can add and remove whatever you like almost. Just enjoy it.

This dish was devised being creative with leftover pasta. Please keep that in mind.

Ingredients-
1. A bit of leftover pasta (already prepared, boiled pasta with keema/minced meat added if preferable, red pasta sauce/sauce of your choice.) (rtp, or even fresh out of the fridge works.)
2. A slice of cheese of your choosing. (Mine, cheddar)
3. Two slices of your choice of bread. (Mine, white. Brown if available.)

(Sort of) Required-
1. Open-minded-ness towards different food combinations.
2. A Sandwich-maker. The kind you’d use to make a plain ol’ grilled cheese sandwich.
OR
2. A stove and a microwave. And preferbility of solid cheese over melted cheese.

Prepare-(Sandwich-maker Edition)

1. Take a slice of bread and place into your sandwich maker.
2. Spread a layer of pasta, as thick or thin as you’d like on to the bread.
3. Place your cheese slice on top of that.
4. Top with the last slice of bread.
5. Manage to slam/smush the lid of the sandwich maker down (this may vary in difficulty depending upon the helpfulness of your sandwich maker and how much pasta you stuffed your sandwich with.)

Prepare-(Stove Edition)
1. Heat one slice of bread on a pan (no oil or water in the pan necessary) both sides.
2. While heating the bread, place your pasta in the microwave and heat until you are happy with it’s temperature. Usually, I’d say popping it in for 30 seconds should do it, if not, put it in for another 10 seconds, and do so repeatedly until you’re fine with its temperature. Check in between. (Duuh.)
3. Heat second slice of bread in the same way.
4. Assemble your sandwich. Bread, pasta, solid cheese, bread. If you REALLY must have melted cheese, just pop the sandwich into the microwave again, but note that the pasta will dry up a bit, and the bread might become soggy (especially if you have used loads of pasta sauce/condiments.)

Result-
You end up with a shell of bread, stuffed full of delish warm pasta, with melted cheese a top it. True love ❤

Wanna stretch this meal out to TWO days?!
Why not make the pasta first for dinner, then have this leftover utilizer for lunch? It’s quick, efficient, and sounds like an ad for some washing soap or some tubaware like thing!

Patsa Prep-
1. Take a packet of pasta such as the macaroni type, and pour it into a a pot that is mostly full of water (tap water, since it gets dumped later on.)
2. Put the pot on the stove, and set to a medium flame. Wait for about four to seven minutes for the pasta to boil and become soft. Stir occasionally to make sure the distribution of heat is equal and so that this foamy stuff doesn’t overflow from the pot (if stirring isn’t keeping it at bay, just blow directly on top of the pot. That always works!)
3. Drain the pasta onto a wired mesh thing, on top of a sink. Be veryyy careful, since you can EASILY get burns from boiling water. And make sure to keep it away from your face, do it steadily, not all at once, and if terrified, get an adult to do it for you.
4. Put the boiled pasta back into the pot. And now add the pasta sauce. Since this is cooking for dummies, and I am completely incapable of making my own, I simply use Ragu’s red pasta sauce. If you have your own that you can make, or get Dobby to make for you, please feel free to use that instead. I didn’t say, but you can also use white pasta sauce. Obviously. You could also technically use Nutella, but let’s just stick with reasonably not technically, now shall we?
5. Stir in the sauce.
6. Heat for a bit, so the sauce also becomes warm.
7. Viola, you’re done!
8. “lol”, no you aren’t. You still gotta clean up. Unless you get Dobby to do that for you. Then you can really be done at step 7.

Aaaaand that’s my Innovative Cooking for the Lazy and Incapable!

Be it a college student, or just someone else out there with a curse like me, feel free to try this out, and send me some pictures, or comment as to how YOU liked it.

I’d especially loved it if you’d send me your own version of this recipe by adding and doing your own thing to it. Like I might put more veggies next time. (Didn’t have any this time =( ) Or try doing it with a white sauce and brown bread. Add some lettuce. Make it a legit sandwich. Meh, I don’t know, just sort of brainstorming and babbling~

OH, I’m having a few friends over tomorrow, and I’ve still got some pasta left over…well, I know what I’ll be serving them ^_^

Hope this helped, and hope you try it!

It’s REALLY not as gross as it may sound =P

-Frosty
the cool as hell snowman inspiring all

Going to an Anime Convention?!

SO there’s an anime convention sort of happening HERE. Close to here, anyhoo.

And I wanna gooo! My friends have already decided everything by now. We’ve been planning this since Monday, but with all the changes, I didn’t post anything until it was all figured out. Although I’m sure the cosplaying will have some improvizing added on to it…inevitably =P

Ayesha, Mehrnaz, Alya, Shayan, Mateena, maybe Zaid, Shayan, and I are going. Or at least plan to. Half of us have yet to get permission. Yup, I’m a part of that half. Duh.

One thing that annoys me is that Ayesha’s tagging along even though she doesn’t watch anime, and refuses to. She’s only seen a few episodes of Vampire Night -.-” Even her mom doesn’t want to let her go, since she knows she isn’t even into anime.

Now, we were reaaaally stuck on what to cosplay as. We decided to do a group cosplay, so we needed a show with loads of characters..I was being all original, and saying let’s go as the BayBreakers, it’d be easy, and we all have the beyblades from our childhoods =3 But then Mehernaz and I got into a quarrel over being max -__- and I was told I should be Tyson, since I’m just as overconfident xD But then we dropped that in favor of the Bleach Captains! But we couldn’t afford their costumes, not properly at least, and so we had to think of something else. I suggested Isatski clan thing since all we’d need was to paint red clouds on long black coats. It’d be the best and saddest economical cosplay ever. But then it was ruled that I should randomly go as Ash Ketchum (I have no idea how that got thrown in xD ).

But now, we’ve decided on going as the guardians from Ka

tekyo Hitman Reborn! And I hadn’t seen it til they told me we were to cosplay as characters from there. So now, we’re ordering their rings off of Amazon, and we’ll go in their “suit modes”. Since otherwise, on such short notice, we can’t pull together individual costumes. Ugh, I wish we had more time! Then we could’ve cosplayed properly, and we’d be awesomely decked out in anime gear =(

Grr. But this’ll still be cool. I’m some Yamamoto dude, so I shall have the Mist ring? and I’ll be weilding a sword and shit, duh. I’m supposed to wear a black blazer (but I lack any black clothing, so I shall be borrowing one of Zaid’s blazers. He apparently has five black ones -.-“), a blue dress shirt (borrowing Mateena’s since mine has pink flowers on it xD ), and black dress pants. I just realized that my dress pants are too long, but are fine with heels…but if I’m cosplaying as a straight guy, I shouldn’t be wearing heels…I have these other black combat-ish boots that might work, but I’ll have to try it out. But I was supposed to be this other dude, le bandaged boxer, since he was yellow, the SUN. But since I refused to give my sword to anyone else, I decided to switch with Zara.

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I’ll be dressing up as the guy with the Blueish shirt. The cropped black hair- I completely coincidentally typoed that as brack O.o –  I was going to be the one in the front in red, but Alya called dibs when I wasn’t there >.> And, there’s also the bandaged boxer on the right =) But they look so cool here…it’s going to look great when SIX chicks dress up as ’em, and one dude.

Oh yeah, remember Tsuna? No good- Tsuna? Well, that scrawny shortie is being cosplayed by ENRIQUE of all people. The tall, fat dude with a beard is going to pretend to be a five foot four middle schooler. That’s gonna work. Here’s what Tsuna looks like.

Tuna

 

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And cuz I saw this, and found it A-MAH-zing- Some Tsuna fanart, that’s just mindblowingly awesome ^_^

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I’m even planning on buying a wig, and chopping that up for the hair. Since I got rid of my layers, I can’t french twist the longer ones out of the way, and hide them under the shorter ones like Mateena is…And Alya’s got her short boy hair, which works for her. And whoever’s going with the white hair’s going to have to get wigs anyways. Contrary to Alya’s economical alternative…

BLONDE ALYA MOMENT TIME-

So I’m supposed to go as a white haired dude first. We’re trying to think of what I could do with my hair in case we don’t find any white wigs. Hairspray? But my hair’d still be too long…Then Alya came in.
“Just put powder in it.”
me- “I’m not putting talcum powder in my hair!!”
“Noo, the normal Johnson and Johnson baby powder-”
me- “That IS talcum powder!”

And then we had to explain to Alya why we were dying laughing. Cuz I said I wouldn’t put talcum powder in my hair, and you basically said, oh, put Johnson and Johnson baby talcum powder in it instead! She just added a brand to the talcum powder to make all the difference.

Alya’s a blond at heart. She just is. There’s so much more to tell. Like the time she went blond at her tution…or the time Amal got one part to her math test wrong….I think I’ll embarrass Amal now, since Alya gets enough of me all the time at school ^_^

Sooo what did Amal do? She got her test back, and on this one hard question, she’s solved everything correctly except one part. And so she looks at it. And she has written the following-

1+1=1

Ladies and gentleman, Amal when her brain is dead. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s brilliant.

Now, I got cram school, so byyyye~

Ze Out!

Drum roll for the Cast…

I GOT THE PAAART~! =D

Yup, Alison the Maid will be acted out by your’s truly =3

Wohoo~!! I can’t believe I got the part ❤

And I got one of the lead roles, too =D Plus, I’ve got loads of lines, and I have the most perfect scene ever.

I get to punch Giles (Abdur Rehman/Curly) who tries to kiss me, while singing. I was totally BORN to play this character! xD

So, anyhoo, here’s the main decided cast-

Ali/me as Alison
Ahsen as Master Adam
Kamil as Master Seraphin
Abdur Rehman as Giles
Faiza as Mile de la Gatandiere
Humzah as Master Jean
Ammar as Leonard
Hashmi as Catherine
Zaid as Master Simon

Haha, Hashmi’s married to Ammar~! It’s hilarious cuz it just couldn’t happen. I mean, we all already know that Ammar’s married to Shayan. They eloped in OII and thought we wouldn’t notice, but they have the same last name now =/ How scandalous, Ammar going lesbo.

YAY!! ❤ I so thrilled about this =D

I can’t wait til rehearsals start now >x< So exciiited ❤ I wanna read the script and memorize my lines now…

Imma go bother Kamil to see if he has a copy =3

Ciao~

*poof*

 

Auditions for the Annual Play

From Yesterday, Thursday, the 16th of January-

Today after school were the Auditions to the annual play my school will be having. Yup, will be. So this is the first one ^_^ Hence the mega excitement =D

So, we had a director called over from Icas, Humzah, and Kamil’s old school where they did their O-levels from. Her name’s Fiza, and she used to be their Literature teacher. Her hair reminds me of Khilji O.o

Now, the auditions were pretty random and all over the place. Like all the things we were told to do. It wasn’t boring like we just had to read out an excerpt from the play itself, or recite a monologue we’d prepared.

First, we were told to walk aimlessly across the auditorium. Then faster, and faster, and faster stiiill till we were nearly running. Then slower, slower, normal pace, then slow motion. Then at normal speed, nod and smile to he who you cross. Then it became, stop and introduce yourself while shaking hands. Some dudes bro hugged or fist bumped, and Ahsen was being all “unique” with his greetings and when I thought he was going for a handshake, he grabbed my hand like you would a lady in the Victorian era, and you a gentleman. And then I could feel him pulling his hand up, with mine too, towards his face- to kiss it?! I don’t know, and I’ll never find out, since the director then changed the exercise to something else, and he dropped my hand. Phew.

But then we had to walk around, and mime out reactions to what the director was narrating. Like she said you’re walking home, it’s a hot summer day. Or you’re bringing home good news to your parents. Or walking through mud. That sort of stuff.

Now, nearly to the classical auditions, she pairs us off and gives us a set scenario. We then had five minutes, more or less, to improvise dialogue to suit that scenario, and give it details, with stage directions, characters, acting, plot, a conclusion, the works.

I got paired off with Zara, and we were given a Maid and Mrs scenario where the two were complaining about their lives to each other. I was the American maid, Sally, working in a British household, with Zara as Mrs. Something Posh I do not Recall.

So, Mrs. Posh summons me, and commands me to brush her hair. I start combing away, and she starts talking about her cheating husband. I ask how she could possibly know that, and she runs off towards the dresser, and pulls out a lipstick that wasn’t hers. “It’s not even my color!” she exclaimed, to which I have both a shocked and confused expression whispering “THAT’s what she’s concerned about?!” to the audience. She then orders me to polish the dusty ol’ dresser, which I rush to do. She then complains about how he only got her sapphires instead of diamonds on this necklace. After that rant, I’m off to shine the silverware. NOW, she snaps at me, mid-rant, “What are you DOING? I thought I told you to comb my lovely locks!!” now I just have this “you’ve-GOT-to-be-kidding-me” expression, and try to say something, but she cuts me off with a “I can do all of this myself, easily! I don’t NEED you. Out, OUT!” and then she storms out of there. I lose my cool, and Sally the American Maid, burst out with a scream, then rushes off stage as soon as she delivers her final line- “You know what, I’m SO done with Britain! You can’t even find a single cup of decent coffee here!”

After which we had the classical auditions start. We were distributed the script, and were told to read out excerpts. I tried out as Alison, this maid with loads of lines, that gets hit on by Giles. (I didn’t know that until I read my last scene. It’s awesome. Just wait.)

I think I did a pretty good job, and I was satisfied with it. Let’s just see if I got the role or not! All I can do is hope >x<

Plus, before auditions the same day, Kamil- the prez of the Theatre Club- asked to sign me up for backstage. I told him, nah, I’ll be auditioning and acting. He said, “Just in case.” -.- “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence!”

But I did sign up, after auditions xD I signed up for Set since Alya, and MehrNaz were a part of it.

Ayesha was signed up for Backstage Management.

Eeek, I checked my email- they asked for contact information, and I gave my email- and I didn’t get any new mail…

They should’ve sent me something by then, right?! I mean, it was the end of the day, and and they should’ve made up their minds…

Although I don’t think Miss Fiza was too impressed with me =/

Niiice going, Brian, I’m nervous AFTER the actual auditions -.-”

Err, I hope it goes wellllll >~<

Ze Aluminium Analogy

This is Chemistry Philosophy at its finest. Well, perhaps not finest, but it is it nonetheless.

But first, a bit of a background story. This was my instant thought when Sir Shaheer mentioned Aluminium and its Aluminium Oxide layer to us concerning the physical appearance of Al.

But first, a bit of Chemistry 101. Otherwise the brilliance of this analogy won’t be recognized. First, Aluminium is a metal. Basic knowledge, that is. And as a metal, you expect it to be shiny, which it is. Its a shiny silver metal that has luster. But due to Aluminium’s reactivity, it reacts with oxygen present in the air. The product to this is called Aluminium Oxide, Al2O3, and it forms a grey layer on top of all exposed surfaces of the shiny metal. So now there’s a shiny silver metal, with a coat of grey on top of it, encasing it. So, when aluminium reacts with oxygen, it looses it’s initial luster. Make sense so far? Great. If not, go reread it or google it.

Aluminium’s soft, the lab type, and you can slice it with a knife. If you do, you expose the inner shiny metal. The positive (speaking in terms of how the luster represents hope, naivety, pureness. Positive is not in terms of ions here… =P )aluminium, when exposed to the the world, to reality, to the cruelness and harshness of the world, is over powered by it, and soon, very very soon, it looses that luster, and loses that hope. It becomes grey eventually, and inevitably, just as the aluminium on the original outside was. It became just as grey and dull and non-porous as the aluminium (that reacted to form the outer aluminium oxide layer) before it.

*Pssshhheewwww~*
The sound of your mind being blown right now.

Dat Philosophy.

Thank you, and good night~

-Maud
“And then to hear a dead man chatter| Is enough to drive one mad.”

#Now&ForeverALiteratureStudent

 

 

 

 

Scavenging for Pizza & A Reunion with Sullie

Today was a pretty awesome day at school. Loads happened. And stuff from the past three days shall be thrown in since I didn’t have the time otherwise to talk about it tall in detail. So here’s one long post about what happened today, and the other few days.

So today, our entire group of people- Zaid, Mehr Naz, Amal, Ayesha, Fahad, Zara, Ammar, Hashmi, even Ameen, and I (plus other people that I do not recall at the moment…)  pooled our money together, and when that wasn’t enough, asked for donations from other classmates, to order a pizza at our school. It was utterly brilliant, how we had at least twenty people come together, with around a dollar or two each, to get the pizza. And when we finally had enough money, we had a full fledged debate to figure out where we’d order from. Then came the War of the Toppings. Finally, we decided and ordered around ten something. Sad thing was, they wouldn’t deliver til eleven, which was when their delivery guy would come in =( So we waited and waited and waiiiited til then…so obviously when the food actually got here, everyone was desperate for a slice, and DIVED for the box. It was hilarious. Finally, those who were there and paid, got a slice each, a pretty decent sized slice (and that’s saying something since I eat a LOT so I generally complain about portions.). Those that were in class at the time/busy not getting pizza sadly did not get any =P Oh well, you snooze you lose? But then, the vulture free loaders of our branch all gathered around us eating our pizza in the corner. It was ominous and hilarious at the same time. We had to say “Swiper no swipping!” to keep them at bay.

At that point. after grabbing my slice, I ran for Physics since I was late. I made it, and plopped down next to Adil, in the third row, which was the first technically since no one else was sitting ahead of us. I was like the only one scarfing down pizza, while our Sir, Chowha, droned on about DC Circuits. It was kinda funny…I turned around once, and had the entire Hijabbis Clan staring enviously at mah food xD Anything and everything is distracting in physics.

Then there was also how Suleman, the villian I hunted down, or Sullie/Sana, visited from Britain~! Reunited with his girlfriend, Mahnoor the Blah~! Woo! It was really funny, since I was actually the first one to see him enter school. Of course, he got a typical Ze Hello, a punch to the shoulder and a shouted greeting- “Yo, Sana!”. He was kinda shocked/startled by that, but was cool after that. Then, he went inside, cuz he had to talk to Alamdar (he needed permission to enter the school xD ). So I go over to Ammar, who was actually hanging out at the canteen side, and tell him Sullie’s here. Damn, that boy galloped like a gazelle, over the bench, and off towards his (first) true love. (Ammar will always be the gay guy to me =/ ) Apparently, Sullie brohugged Ayesha, and Mahnoor was just glaring her down xD

Then when Qamar and he were walking together, alone, Sherdil the Stud (Yuh-huh =/ He so is, right? -.- He acts like it, though.) teasingly elbows Mahnoor, winking, and all. She just huffed and walked past, cuz he was ruining her date~

Haha, it’s actually really hilarious about how the two are still together. After all, most people don’t make long-distance work. And then there’s Amal’s reaction to that too…

And speaking of relationships and Amal…

And then there’s my matchedness thing too…GWUAH~! Dx

Ugh, it’s like 2 am, and I’m EXHAUSTED.

SO…TOMORROW~!

Gosh, I’m so lazy =/ xD =P =S

Peace~

Ze Out!

A Quest at the Mall

This all happened yesterday, but I was too sleepy to type this entire story out.

My mom needed to buy my cousin a birthday present, so I tagged along. That’s literally how this story starts. I was just bored at home, and felt like going outside. (I know, how crazy of me, right?)

This turned into a quest very quickly, as soon as we climbed onto the escalators. See, my mom got onto it, but these two aunties managed to get between us, and so I was behind them. So it’s my mom, then them- a granny, a mother, and a little kid- and then finally me.

The kid is like on drugs or something- he was insanely hyper!- and had obviously just had over a spoonful of sugar, and was jitterbugging around, jumping up and down, constantly in motion. Then, he falls, drags Mama down with them, down a few steps to where I was standing, and dammit, I got stabbed in the ankle by that evil auntie’s heel!! I got stabbed in the ankle by an auntie’s heels!! I was also pushed, cuz damn she had some momentum going for her, and nearly slipped down the escalator (it was going up.) but since I’d gripped the railing thingie just in time, I was safe. After we got off the escalator, I gave them at least a 7 meter radius, and walked around them to my mom. That auntie was evil =/

No joke, after the kid did all that, I was expecting at least an ‘I’m sorry”, SOME form of an apology, but no, she just scolded him playfully, with the most lyrical fake voice ever, to make it sound like she was the best mother ever, scolding her kid for misbehaving, right in public, cheers to her for being so reasonably disciplined, and all that. I mean, you could HEAR the smugness in her voice, like she was thrilled to be in the spotlight- her time to shine. Bleh, desperate for attention. Another thing- who goes, just for the heck of it, shopping in heels? If your out with friends, or it’s a date, and you want to look nice for and to impress the people you are going with fine, but if you’re going with your son that’s barely capable of putting one foot in front of the other- wait, that more aptly describes his clumsiness, not his age…since he wasn’t that young. Son that’s around six or seven? and your mother, who obviously doesn’t care about what color she’s wearing so long as it’s all warm? Are the heels really necessary then?

And then, on our way up to this store Breakout, I noticed for the first time ever who was at the mall. Usually, I just notice if there are a lot of people or not. I don’t bother to specify and notice- hey, there are loads of old people today, or something of that sort. But today I did, and there were waaayy too many kids for comfort.

And in Breakout, bam!, it’s full of little kids! It was terrible, I was trying reaaally hard to avoid them.

Oh, and don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate kids. Well, I don’t particularly like them either…I guess it’s like people, if I like them I do, but that doesn’t mean I like all those of that age group…something like that? It depends which kid, and I’ll give you an opinion. I might love one, hate another, and just find the other three boring. But otherwise, I don’t dislike all kids in general. Kind of neutral about it? But I do have a general they-should-get-lost-ew-why-are-they-here?! attitude towards most kids HERE. That’s cuz parents let them do whatever the SHIT they want to do. And this story will explain what I mean. Since I don’t just mean that the parents will toss them their iPhones and give them their own by the age of five, I mean- well, you’ll get it soon enough.

So I’m standing towards a corner of the store featuring the guys’ stuff, cuz I was helping my mom pick something out for my brother. We finally decided on this hoodie that was stripped. But we were arguing on the color. They had this blue an green stripped one, and a navy blue and yellow one. I found the yellow one cooler, and I think my Que has waaayy too much blue and green in his wardrobe as it is. But, as we stand there debating it out, there’s this mannequin right next to me. And this little girl trying to climb it. Yes, she was in fact trying to CLIMB it. And her dad’s like right there, and he doesn’t even bat an eye, until she along with the mannequin come tuuumbling down, and she just wriggles away, jumping towards the next closest mannequin, and tries to get to the top of that one. The mannequin, explodes into an assortment of limbs on impact with the ground, right next to where I’m standing, and I narrowly avoid being impaled with a pink plastic arm.

See? Forget parenting, there’s no CONTROL over these kids here, and by the time they get to something like five, they will be untamable BEASTS. Fear them, and run. That’s the best advise I can give. When forced in their company, be wary, very very wary. But don’t flinch or show any indication of anything other than happiness and rainbows- they smell fear!

And that was my adventure at the mall. Them kids were out to get me O.o

My “Certain Craziness” with Books

Or you could call it my Degree of OCD(Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) with Books.

See, I say I’m a crazy person. All logic behind that can be found here, but that’s another story. What’s with this one then?

Basically, this is a major contributing factor to my craziness. I can’t stand it if I get gifted a book I intended on getting myself.

For example, I’ve been talking non-stop about this one new book that’s releasing- let’s say, the book’s The Fault in Our Stars. I can’t wait for the book to release, I’m super excited and giddy about reading it, and I say I want to read it as soon as possible too. Next thing you know, for whatever reason, I haven’t run to the bookstore at the speed of Sonic to get the book on the day of its release, but you happen to be at the bookstore and think, “what the heck, I’ll get it for her so she can read it sooner. She did say she was dying to read it.” Or worse yet, you’re out shopping and suddenly realize the next day is my birthday, and in a hurry to get any sort of gift that I’ll like on such short notice, the book I’ve been rambling on about- The Fault in Our Stars, was it?- pops into your head, and you think “By golly, this’ll be perfect!” and happily you purchase the book for me.

BZZZZZT~!

Wrong wrong wrong =/

If for whatever reasons, someone gets me a book that I was planning on getting myself- especially if it’s newly released, or I reaaally wanted to read it- then I’ll go berserk.  I’ll totally flip out. I’ll scream, yell, and possibly cry. Depends on the book and how much I was looking forward to it.

‘To it”? To reading it? Yes. Til it’s release? Yeah. To…Getting it, even? YES, it’s like you read my mind.

A huge portion of the joy of reading any book is getting the book for me. Going out to the store, excited and anticipating getting it, browsing the shelves to actually find it, picking out which copy I want, purchasing it, and then hugging the bag the entire way home, thrilled and satisfied that I had in fact gotten the book.

If someone else gets me the book, or buys it for me, as a gift or not, I feel cheated out of that experience, out of that…thrill. I just suddenly have the book pop-up on me. And I hate it. And that’s usually why I flip out, yelling, and screaming if anyone ever does that.

I usually hate the person who “stole” that trip and experience from me, and hate with a burning passion.

I kid you not, this is a real thing. Here’s a true story to say how big of a deal this is to me.

I bought The Son of Neptune (Heroes of Olympus Book II, Rick Riordan) approximately nine days after it released, and read it at an ok-ish speed. Afterwards, I counted down the days til its sequel was released, The Mark of Athena, which so happened to be the 2nd of October, 2012. And that coincedentally was just a few days before my first ever Cambridge (CIE) Stat Exam on the 8th. So, I thought I’d wait til the 10th (the day I had my Stat paper 2, the last exam.) to get the book.

One night, where I was chilling and hanging with my younger brother, Q, he decided to tell me a secret. He thought he was going to surprise me, and I’d be super happy. He really wasn’t expecting what happened. No one did, but me.

He told me that he and my dad had gone out and got The Mark of Athena since it just happened to be sold at this random bookstore they visited to get stationary or something.

Man, I was pissed. I snapped. I yelled and yelled, and criiied my eyes out. I was just SO upset. It meant so much to me, waiting til the book released, waiting in suspense as to what happens next with the characters, and everything, just waiting, waiting, to get the chance and the time to go out and get the book myself. It’s not just getting the book, it’s a whole experience I love and enjoy and cherish of every book I go to get. So when that’s taken from me, when I’ve been waiting and waiting to do so, I feel utterly betrayed and cheated. And I hate the people who put me through that.

I didn’t study that night. I flopped my Bio test the next day (less than an A in Bio is pretty sucky for me.) I through things. I cried. And I refused to read the book after that. Not then at least. Not now either. I-I just can’t.

I haven’t touched that book since.

I hope one day I can. I really wanna read that book. But look, the sequel to even that’s been released now- The House of Hades. And I’m behind. I’ve lost my rhythm for this series, and I don’t know if I will ever get it back. The worst part is knowing that if I start reading the books, I’ll catch up in no time. But that’s just the thing. I don’t think I can. And that leads to THE worst worst thing- how I blame my brother and my parents for it, for nearly ruining this series for me. And they were trying to be helpful and nice and had no ill-intent at all. Yet it turned out like this.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, or like a spoiled little brat, but this is honestly how I feel. If I could change it, I probably would. But I can’t and I didn’t choose to feel so strongly about this, and yet I do. It’s just something I have to put up with- but I feel it so unfair how I’m just judged for it.

Yes, I’ve said I’m crazy, but I didn’t just say that cuz I learnt a new word, or it sounds cool.

I know what it means, and I’m not using it for the heck of it. So don’t stare at me like I’m insane and a freak because I react this way to this kind of scenario. It’s just what I do, deal with it. If you can’t accept that I am crazy, then that’s just something you’ve got to cope with.

I don’t even know where I’m taking this now. I meant to just explain my drama over books and receiving them. I never intended to talk about how I look towards others for being like this. Or how I might seem as both a person and a psychopath after reading this. Oh well. Whatever’s been said, has been said.

I’m considering not posting this- after all, I got too emotional when I was typing out the story of The Mark of Athena, and it became really personal after that. But never mind, if I’m not personal on my blahg, then who will be?

I might have broken a few personal rules by posting this, but this is an authentic tale, and just because it got a tad emotional doesn’t make it any less perfect, but rather more priceless. So posty posty.

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
I’m rereading The Percy Jackson series at the moment. I’m on The Sea of Monsters. If all goes well, and I have the mental strength to, I plan on finishing this series, rereading The Heroes of Olympus series that I have already read and- *deeeep breaathe* – read The Mark of Athena AND The House of Hades. Let us just see what happens with that.

 

Giving Toradora Another Shot

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Remember how when I was sick one night, I did a few things for apparently no particular reason? Yeah, well, I did two things that night related to anime.

One, I started watching Bleach. I just did, I don’t know why, Brian the Brain said to =/ So I just…did. Plus, after hearing the opening song, I liked it, and just actually watched the entire first episode.

Two, I rewatched Toradora. I’ve already seen it once, and some of it’s second season, but I really hated it. It was waaay back, in eighth grade, when I started watching loads of anime. So I rewatched it, just like that.

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But now, if I think back on it, maybe there was reason behind my doing so, only I didn’t notice until I thought about it later. Or rather, I’m finding or trying to come up with reasonable excuses/reasons to have watched it again if I didn’t like it in the first place.

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The first time I watched it, I found the animation reaaally cute. And I loved the Pre-Prada theme song =P Buuut after I finished the entire first season, and had seen a few episodes of the next one, I realized why I wasn’t enjoying it much. I was still just waiting for something exciting and unexpected to happen, something unnatural to happen. Something fantastical, something magical, and I knew then that I wasn’t going to get that from this anime, since it’s a completely different genre. That’s when I realized there was no point in wasting my time on something I wasn’t enjoying, and what I was waiting to happen never would. So I dropped it, moved on to more magical and fantasy anime.

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And now I came back to it. It’s supposed to be a romantic comedy, with a bit of drama…and I was up to giving it another go. Not thrilled about it, but willing to try it again. I wanted to see if my tastes had changed, or if maybe some level of maturity had taken place from the me now and the me in eighth grade who couldn’t stand it.

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And I did stand it. I watched the entire first season. It’s alright. I’m not in love with the show, but it’s much more tolerable, sometimes amazing, and not nearly as bad as I remembered it. It’s alright, and I’m glad I gave it another chance.

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^Ruiuji

 

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^Kitamarou-kun

Guess I haven’t just changed as a person from back then, but now I’ve apparently changed somewhat in my taste for anime too?

Nah, I guess I’m just more tolerable towards these kinda slow romantic animes now. Before, I couldn’t stand it.

Huh. Guess change just does happen. But no one says that changing is the same thing as growing up, cuz I know THAT ain’t happening for quite a whiiiile~!

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And now, just to prove my point, I am going back to watching Beyblade ❤

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*poof*

-Ze