Orange (Anime) Update: Ep 8 (and Optimism about Shokugeki no Souma 2)

[Spoiler Alert]

It was bad enough they gave poor Suwa a letter, but now they’re lame enough to have EVERY PERSON IN THEIR GROUP get one too?! Are you bloody kidding me?!! It was impossible enough that the stupidest girl in the group somehow accomplished time travel to send a letter back in time, but now they did it three more times (in addition to Suwa)?!! UGH this show is just- I don’t even know :/ On the other hand, it’s still alright ish.

Let’s also ignore how Kakeru is stupid enough to think that by somehow NOT dating Naho, he’s making it impossible for himself to hurt her. Uhhh that’s not how it works :/ “Have fun without hurting her feelings”. What, you think by acting like a couple and yet not being one is somehow going to stop her from feeling pain if you are stupid enough to get roped into some more of that first gf of yours’ drama? Geeeez.

So uh yeah. However, Shokugeki no Souma: Ni no Sara is going brilliantly ❤ The only slight issue I have with that was Takumi’s loss against stupid gangster imitator thug >.> But they did have him kinda make up for it by handing his mezzaluna to Souma until he can win it back was super cool ❤ And funny when Souma went, “See, true chef’s are total sore losers” xD

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman

Hyperglycaemia

The one and ONLY medical condition/illness I thought I’d never get, nor ever have to worry about getting would be this. Hyperglycemia (an alt. spelling which I like better is hyperglycaemia. What? It looks cool =/ Go check it out, it’s on the wikipedia page for this thing!), a medical condition where you have low glucose levels in your body. Hypoglycemia literally means ‘low body sugar’. So yeah, as I happen to LIVE off of all that is sugary and sweet, I was prettyyy confident that it wouldn’t be something I have to worry about.

(That and anorexia. Since I eat a LOOOT it seems silly that I’d ever get it.)

So guess what? I apparently have hyperglycemia -________-

Oh, come ON, we are talking about the girl that eats honey out of a BOWL in winter?! How could I possibly have something that indicates I have low levels of glucose/sugar in my blood at ANY given time?!

And now, to tell the tale of my two episodes of hyperglycemia so far. Not chronologically,becuase, pshaw, that’s too expected. And since I had one just about an hour ago, and since the first ones much more mysterious =/

(ooooh, mysteryyy~ Despite the fact that this is a perfectly serious situation~~)

Ok, so I had breakfast around 8 am (mhmm, I WAS awake that early during the holidays =O This one and only time…), and my mom made me breakfast. Just a normal Omle du Fwamage (Cheese Omelette!! Dexter’s Labohratoryy) and some orange juice. I chilled then, watching Toradora! (I was sick yesterday, and started it for no particular reason. Yay.) until like 1 pm. That’s when I should’ve had lunch. Buuut I was suuper sleepy, so I took a nap. I wake up at 3 pm, refuse to get outof bed cuz it’s cold, and finally, around 4 pm, my mom calls me to her room. I get out of bed- mind you, that’s EIGHT damn hours without food, so justified, um, this bit..- I get out of bed, and proceed to walk the short walk to my door, and on the way there, fall, trip, whatever, and I find my self flat on the ground, the hard, cold tiled ground, having hurt both my knee caps, chin, and hips. Y’Ouwwwch.

Aaaand then I proceed to crawl onto my bed and groan in agony for approximately half a minute, with but a few tears escaping, and lastly, stagger into my mother’s room to tell her this same tale.

The scariest thing is- I don’t remember falling. Having blanks in my memory is so utterly TERRIFYING. I just…find myself, lying there, and hurting. I don’t remember the fall, or how it even happens…it  just does. And then I try to think back as to how it happened- try to rewind it in my head- and Brian the brain fails me once more =( cuz all I draw is a constant and repetitive blank. And the not remembering…it’s much scarier than actually collapsing or tripping or whatever it is that I’m doing.

Now, the first episode- le Mysterious one…

I was sitting on my red sofa couch thang, and it was late at night, and I was sleepy. I got up, put some braclettes I’d made away (they were on the floor) and then, I stretched. Typical just-got-up-in-the-morning stretch. Standing, arms stretching straight up, above my head. Insue sudden overwhelming dizziness. You know that kinda purplish yellowish green you see if you stare at a light bulb for too long, then look away, and blink? That kinda purpleish green spots appeared everywhere, clouding my vision, and the Mint Chutney was only a tad freaked, but theeeen, I don’t know what happens next. But I know it ends with me opening my eyes, having crashed next to the radiator, my shoulder having taken the hit, and it huuurting.

Scary stuff about this one- I saw those spots. I don’t remember the fall, but I remember a vague feeling of having been doing ballet spins before I fell (and once more, Brian the Brain fails at his job -.- ) and a vague feeling of falling. Like, the wind whooshing past me as I fell…But I was standing, not on top of a building, so whooshing wind doesn’t even make any sense =/ I don’t know, but that’s that. Another terribly terrifying thing would be this- I had no idea how long I was out on the floor. It felt like only 45 seconds, but…I don’t know. And that scares me. A lot.

And now for no apparent reason, I recall that I wanted to join Pottermore some time when I finished liking the HP series and rereading all of it. Which would’ve been sometime near august maybe..? I don’t know, but Imma do it now.

I’m sick, remember? I do many strange and weird and seemingly random things for no apparent reason when I’m sick. Get used to it.

Well, Ciao then!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
Imma also stuff mah face full of oreos to prevent this from ever happening again >w<

^Yes, my Bio teacher actually said the nation lost a great doctor when she found out that I wasn’t taking Bio in A-levels. Mhmm, I would’ve made a great one for sure. I already know what I’d have painted on moi door…
“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way~!”

 

 

Sister Lacking Humanity: Proven

So basically today, i went shopping with some bday cash, and yes, i WILL put in a whole actual description of my brithday eventually…im not updating this thing often enough, i know =( but meanwhile, until i get round to doing that…why not complain a bit, hm?

So, ive always and always called my sister a psychopath. i mean, she just IS. im still shocked why no one else has diagnosed her with her lack of mental abilities and shipped her off to a safe enough asylum. safe for the nurses that treat her, that is.

oh? now why am i being so mean, and blahhy to her right now, you ask? cuz of her total lack of civility and plain ol’ humanity that she displayed to me just now.

ok, ok, rewind to the shopping. my mom and i go shopping, i get an awesome earrings set from forever 21 (i wish wish wiiish i couldve gotten some rings too! >~< ) and then we head over to a bookstore where i happen to bag the LAST copy of The Fault in Our Stars (FINALLY, right?!!) and we pick her up and come come.

My mom had even gotten her a pair of sparkly glitter tights while i bought my earrings, but no, she was ranting about the unfairness of life because she didnt go with us. and its not like we ignored her at home, like she does with me most of the time, and not even bother to say that theyre leaving or anything of the sort. She had literally spent all day at my cousins house, after having begged and screamed and yelled and cried to go in the first place. So while she was there, and having a blast too, might i add, we were out shopping. but no, she was still pissed at us.

So im in my mothers room, just chilling, and then, as im about to leave the room, she stops me, saying something. Hadia the Fat and Unforgiving, still holding a grudge, and after having yelled at her older brother for long enough, throwing pillows and anything else she could get her grubby little hands on all around the house, shoves the door  open with all her fat, momentum, and force behind it. And as im standing right THERE infront of the door that just was pushed open as if it weighed a ton and a half, the door slides gracefully, majestically on top of my foot. And breaks back an entire nail, blood flowing freely.

And as im crying, and sort of yelling (hey, justified. it HURT.) she just stands there. no gasps. no frantic ‘are you okay?!’. no SORRY, even. no nothing. no humanity, no civility. and i tell you, i loathe her for it. shes the saddest excuse for a human being ever. a puppy would be closer. it might whine or something if it heard me yelling. (ok, so i was yelling. sue me. like i said, justifiiiied.)

That p*g is the ONLY and only person who i am actually VERYY inclined to swear at. completely and absolutely. imagine how hard it is to LIVE with her. and  im probably stuck living with her until im married…cuz my dad will only let me live by myself or in a dorm over his dead body. wohoo.

and honestly, she just STOOD there. stil frowning, might i add. and i leave the room, and hear her yelling at my mom some more. she literally just IGNORED me. ugh.

she couldnt stand that i was happy, glad and thrilled that id finally gotten The Fault in Our Stars, had fun shopping and actually bought something- i was in a good mood, and she wasnt going to stand having that happen while shes in such a shitty one. she might very well have done it on purpose, and i wouldnt put it past her if she did. oh yeah, i have one HELL of a low opinion of her. bleh.

and even afterward, my mom was trying to make it up to her or something (could i be incharge of that, please? ill give a nice strong punch to the face, how about it? shell feel better at once, i promise. unconscious and dreaming is better than insane and raging, am i right?) by giving her aloe-infused (infested, as she says.) socks. all that was left was for her to pick a color. and she comes strolling in here, as im typing this out, and just asks me for my opinion, just like that. no sorry. nothing. shes just calm and debating whether blue or purple socks are better. uuugh.

i hate that that- i must resort to weasley insults then.

that little GIT, and PRAT.

well…hope the rest of my day doesnt suck nearly as bad.

-Dr. Grey I. Wattson

ps. suuuch a superfitial thing, but i cant even wear most of my SHOES with this bandage wrapped around my toe!! most my shoes are closed, my khalas/aunts have literally stolen  my only chapals/flip flops. and  the sandals i have are too fancy and heel-y to wear while my toe throbs like it is now. hmph. i cant even wear my new shoes that i got just yesterday and havent worn ONCE.

do take care to notice the seriousness of this hate and this post, as i have not used a single emoticon at all. at ALL. just think about that for a bit.