Indefinite Hiatus

So, I did the worst thing a blogger whose blog is centered around photos can do--I dropped my camera in the ocean. Not my important one, but since I don't currently have access to my processing chemicals, a darkroom, OR a scanner, it means I can't do a whole heck of a lot over here anyway. Mom sent me one of our old ones to use in the meantime, but clearly no one had used it in a while since they sent it with no batteries and I don't have any or the kind of spare cash that would permit me to buy any (those things are expensive!)

So, perhaps in a couple of days I'll post some pics I took before that unfortunate circumstance occurred. For now, I'm beat. I had a rather sucky day today.

Exciting times await

I received word recently that I have been accepted into the University of Hawai'i at Manoa for the fall semester. I am eagerly preparing for this and for my Japanese placement exam. I'll be moving down with a dear friend from Cottey who I haven't seen in two years. Because of my preparations, it may be more difficult for me to update. I will still do my utmost to post when I can, but I have a lot of studying to do. Although, if there's one thing that I collect more than any other, it may be Japanese textbooks! Maybe I'll do a post about them!

This week has been exciting for other reasons too

Feeling: Productive with a hint of butterflies

I've had a fair amount of drama, productive moments, and lord knows what else at the moment. I'm sorta dazed at the moment. Last week a beautiful vintage maxi dress arrived at my door with a few glaring flaws so I had a bit of a "verbal" sparring match with the seller but ultimately decided to keep it. The day I wore it out, the seams began coming apart and the hem came unstitched. The worst part was I was out with my mom and we couldn't go home, so I was left fearing my dress would fall apart around me. I haven't felt that vulnerable in many a moon.

I found some of my classmates from my school in Japan via Mixi (the Japanese myspace/facebook/wherever) and messaged them. I was unsure as to whether either was who I thought they were (names were strange) but both were! Today, though I stumbled upon Minma's public diary and he posted about my message to him. It was hard to read (literally). He seems to be a good storyteller. It kinda seemed like he was unhappy about it at first, but then when he says what the message says, he sounds like its a very good thing. At the end, I think he said that if I didn't accept his friend request, he won't come to America his whole life. Very puzzling. Then all the comments were from other classmates about me and one used the term, "yabai," which I'm used to being a bad thing, which wasn't nice to hear! So I sent him a message and got a few things off my chest I've needed to say for a long time; I apologized. It felt good but it's a little nerve-wracking--to wait for a response.

(RL Alert!) A snippit from now and the future

Just a disclaimer up front: I am in no mood to put up with close-minded people on this particular issue, so if you do not believe in the metaphysical either don't click or please don't comment. I've debated on whether to post this and if it looks like this is better suited for my livejournal or something, I'll delete this then but please just indulge this wish.

Is there no hope for this poor Cooperette?

I'm not gonna lie, or mince words. I listen to awesome music. I'm not the only one who thinks so. This is largely because, back when I was twelve, my favorite karate instructor played Hey Stoopid by Alice Cooper in the car on our way to a tournament. I was blown away by the song "Wind-up Toy." I asked for a copy of the tape and listened to it non-stop until one day my dad presented me with a brand new copy of the CD. I treasure this still to this day. I feel all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it. Prior to this, I had not heard rock music.I grew up in the 90s, when the airwaves were flooded with shiny pop music. Alice introduced me to the macabre and I have never looked back. After I saw my first concert (in a tiny club) I swore never to attend an arena concert. I loved the freedom of not being restricted to a seat. I lamented that this would mean I'd never get to see my beloved Alice Cooper live, but just yesterday I decided that I should go see him while I still have the chance. So I checked his site and... no Texas stops. How is that even possible? The nearest stops are in Kansas and Missouri next month. I'm willing to go that far to see him, but the person I would normally ask to accompany me has made it abundantly clear that she does not like Alice Cooper. So I am at a loss, what should I do?

Well, moving on to today's topic...

Many apologies for the long break!

I've been cleaning! Big big feat for me. I can generally keep my room clean once it is clean, but the second I slip up it just goes downhill--fast. It doesn't help that I'm a college student and I've got roughly 2 1/2 rooms worth of stuff crammed into that room or that I'm a habitual shopper. As anyone who shops as much a I do knows, after a while you have to get rid of some stuff, so I've taken this as an opportunity to do just that. There's more to it than that though. In the past I've compared my room to my head, it's cluttered but it's full of wonderful things. As some of you know already, I'm in therapy right now, trying to straighten out my head. It's time I straighten out my room; really make the commitment. I can't take this on half-hearted. I haven't finished either yet but I'm working on it!

As my apology, please accept my gift of photos m(_ _)m

Not a real update--EGL Meme from non-loli to vintage