Animal Crossing: Wild World DS

Aaand to devote every blog post (well every third...or seventh...blog post) to my video games. Right now it's Animal Crossing: Wild World. It may not seem like much, but when you play it...wow. It becomes about 10000 x more fun. It's not much to watch at all.

I'm finally a member of Crazy Redd's family. In the original Animal Crossing you could buy anything (and everything was WAY overpriced) but in this one you have to somehow become a member. I guess if you have a lot of Bells on you, he lets you. It only costs 3000 Bells, surprisingly enough. AND everything is way less expensive.

WHY IS THIS GAME SO MUCH FUN?

Kindness vs. Niceness

While I have described many people in my life as "nice," I have rarely described anyone as "kind". Scratch that, never. The only person I can think of who is kind right now is my friend Mara. (I sort of idolize her, for she is such a sweet, generous, kind, funny, energetic and all-around good person though not nice all the time). I have come to the conclusion that nice and kind are different, though many of you already know that. I would much rather be kind than nice, in my personal opinion. I prefer people that are kinder rather than nicer.

I was thinking this over whilst playing Animal Crossing DS. Yes, I know it is odd, but I was. I don't know how it came to mind, but it did.

You know the nice people. They're always polite to everyone. If you're like me, you don't really befriend them, but you get along. They can be (and often are) somewhat bland in character, never getting to know you. They're so polite to everyone. You don't know if they really like you and you don't know what they really think of anything. They're so concerned with being as inoffensive as possible. While that is not neccessarily a bad thing, it can be a problem when you're trying to get to know a nice person if you're as straightforward as me.

The dictionary defines nice as "Pleasing and agreeable in nature, exhibiting courtesy and politeness, and of good character and reputation."

I define nice as polite and agreeable. Nice people don't argue. Nice people try not to make anyone feel bad about anything. Nice people are utterly weak-willed and not fun to debate with.

The kind people are harder to find. Nice people may be kind as well, but you don't know that until you get to know them. People like me often don't try and befriend them too heavily. The kindest people may seem to be tough and mean on the outside. However, they are often the kindest, are often giving and kind. This one girl I'm friends with is like that. People think she's all rude, loud, and obnoxous. However, she is quite poor (to put it frankly) and knew she wouldn't be able to buy me anything for my birthday so she made me a little cup thing in her Ceramics class. It's quite lovely and I put small things in there. She's a truly kindhearted soul, but nobody gives her credit. That is worse than being stuck under the guise of "nice" and people only seeing you as that.

The dictionary defines kind as of a friendly, generous, or warm-hearted nature, showing sympathy or understanding, charitable, humane, considerate, forbearing, tolerant, generous and liberal.

I define kind as giving and sincere, thoughtful. They give without thinking about how it will effect them and truly care about their loved ones.

As it stands, I attract more kind people than nice people. My friends may not seem nice, but they are truly the kindest people you could ever meet. Most of them, anyway. I would much rather be considered kind by a close few than nice by the majority, because the close few know I like them for sure. They know where they stand when it comes to our friendship and know what I think of them. If I'm nice to everyone, nobody knows if I really like them or if that's what I really think. As it stands, I am neither kind nor nice. I'm opinionated and stubborn, definitely eccentric and out of the ordinary. I'm rude, blunt, callous...But in a way, all of my rudeness and straightforwardness is beneficial. Because at least people know if I like them or not. I'd rather tell someone outright that I don't like them despite if they travel in my circle of friends than be outwardly nice to them and all of that. I would be polite to them if we're stuck in the same social situations because it's the rudest thing ever to be rude to a person your friend is friends with even if you don't like them, but I won't mince words on whether I like them or not. My friends still like me anyway, for they know that I like them without a doubt.

And that is my uber-long post for today.

Playin' with the languages on the computer.

For some reason, Japanese doesn't work on my computer. Grar. I can't put it in. But I know how to now. I could try and get my dad to do it for me...I know the steps!

But now I can type in German, Irish, and Gaelic. So I'm going to goof off with it here.

German:

Ich haba poopsen. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXZY abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxzy

1234567890 ß-.,#

WHEEE!!!! ßßßßßßßßß weiß kriez

Irish:

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz =-][';/.

Okay, that wasn't too terribly different...

Gaelic:

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ ;'//[=

Not different. Rawr. I'm keeping German. And adding French. I'll get my dad to help me change the language to Japanese.

Just foolin'

Okay, I'll really go to bed this time.

But not until a good few hours of Animal Crossing.

My Summer To-Do List

Another thing before I forget. What I'm going to do over the summer.

1. Become a PA at Girl Scout Camp.

2. Read at least 10 books 400+ pages each

3. Increase my music theory and ear training skillz.

4. LEARN THE FIRST TWO VERSES OF "MEMORY" FROM CATS ON THE PIANO BOTH HANDS.

5. Convince my mom to get the piano tuned...Honestly, three years of badgering and she still hasn't done it.

6. Become a Narutard.

7. RP like mad.

8. Go outside every day somehow for 3+ hours.

9. Swim. A lot.

10. Increase my swimming skillz.

11. Possibly study Japanese.

12. Catch up on sleep.

13. RELAX!

And that's it. I should have a party there somewhere...that would be fun. Gather up a bunch of friends, go swimming, play games, have some sort of adventuring game in the woods, just have a grand ol' time.

Okay, I'll really go to sleep this time.

Sweetly sentimental with a dash of thoughtful.

I became the way I am because of several factors.

I shouldn't just go into this. I know, I should go on a huge, long paragraph about how I like how I am because I do. I may complain that I'm not pretty enough or my voice sucks or nobody likes me, but the fact is I like most of myself. The parts I don't like I am trying every day to remedy so I am not like that anymore. I'm not trying to be completely perfect, but I am trying to be as close as I can. I'm trying to be as good as I can. But I mostly like who I am.

Now for how I got the way I am. I have to give my siblings credit for my eccentricities. They helped to fuel the fire that is Caralen. First the credit goes to my oldest brother Joshua. He is the biggest eccentric who effected my other older brother Landon. Landon effected Margie and Carra effected me. Joshua and Landon seemed to make it their life goal to turn me into some tough tomboy, sure of herself and unafraid to be different. Well, they succeeded. Even if I hated them at the time for it, I realize that them teasing me about things I liked and things I did and then later telling me it was okay if I liked it that much, but they would still express their opinion made me more sure of myself. I am now unafraid to tell others my opinion of anything thanks to them toughening me up for other's judgement. It was better for them to do it, for I would endure it because they were my siblings. I would never be truly broken apart from them, for they've known me my whole life and will love me no matter what idiotic things I do. It was far better than if I had gotten the judgement of my peers first. Peers are a lot meaner. They aren't part of your family in any way, shape, or form. Since they aren't connected to you legally or by blood, they can choose how they are connected to you. They can be your enemy or your best friend. But if they don't like something you do and you're in the least bit outcasted, you'll get BURNED by them.

Thanks to my neighbor Kerrek, I always had someone with me on my strange and wild adventures I had. His older sister Lanie (who is my age) tagged along a lot and got the girly part of me out of the way before Kerrek got the strange, boyish part of me. It's good to have outlets for both. Lanie, Kerrek and I are still all friends.

Thanks to my parents, I have proper grammar, spelling, manners, and I forgot what I was just about to type. Well, that's what you get for it being 1:46 in the morning. Eh. My typing accuracy sucks ass as well. Fun, fun, fun. Anywhoo, they gave me love and support I needed. Even when I was suicidal. When I was 10. ...Wow, I was dumb. And emo. At least I got the majority of my teen angst out of the way before I was a teen. During the time I cared what others thought and didn't want to cry and be upset because "crying is weak" and "nobody cares". Now I'm not one of the annoying ones who seem so eager to tell you about their petty, oftentimes fabricated problems. I bitch about it later, away from public, when I'm PMSing and I just happen to be with one of my oldest and closest friends. Or talking to you on the computer. I open up like a can of catfood when I can't actually see you face-to-face or actually know you face-to-face as well. I know in the whole scope of things, nobody really cares and crying over little things is a sign of weakness (ha ha, I just accidentally misspelled "sign" before I fixed it) ((AND I found headphones! I can watch Naruto on the upstairs computer now! Among other things, I plan to become a Narutard over the summer)) however I am okay with those facts and they don't upset me.

Well, to get what the whole point of last paragraph out, if it wasn't for the mean, idiotic kids who bullied me in elementary school, I wouldn't be so strong to be able to handle my difficulties and be able to handle being teased. Some kids, when bullied, crumple and become so scared and timid. Others become bitchy, stubborn, hard people when provoked. Luckily I was the bitchy, stubborn kind when provoked, strong enough to deal with teasings without lashing out too heavily. Because I can deal a HURT on others when I feel like it.

Also, I would like to thank my friends who put up with me for more than a week, who tried to get past that quiet, bookish shell to see the eccentric, affectionate, sometimes annoying, proud girl underneath.

Also, thanks to my family for making me unafraid to admit I'm a part of some organization, for having pride in what I do for fun and extracurricular activities.

Choir helped. It taught me basically, "Shut up and do it. You may make a mistake, you may mess up completely, you may just sound horrible. But you'll be stronger and better for it as well as know a little more about it." It can be for anything from singing to dancing in front of others to moving to a new place for a certain job, even if the risks are huge. Just do it. You'll learn something from it.

...I'm blathering. I could organize things so well without even thinking when I'm awake but right now my mind and body is begging for sleep and I'm not allowing it that sleep. Goodnight.

So I went to see the newest movie of the X-men franchise...

Well, unless you were a total X-men geek like me, you wouldn't like it. It was pretty cool. The action was awesome. The whole part with Logan killing Jean was LAME. Just...LAME. But...

Wow...

PHOENIX FRICKIN' PWNED.

WHY, JEAN? Why do you not be Phoenix all the time? You would suck less!

I didn't go see the last five seconds of the movie and I regret it because I was told Xavier...Never mind. But I know what happens.

But...No. No X-4. I hear they're making a new one but that would be too many. Three is enough. Can't America learn to stop making sequels? Three is enough for anybody. It's even too much for some *coughMATRIXcough* so please, directors, STOP. I love X-men, but seriously...FOUR? Holy bejeezus, have you learned NOTHING from Star Wars?

And with that, I end my lame review of X-men.

With one last word, true to my teenage girl nature...

........

PYRO IS HOTTER THAN EVER.

No pun intended.

Goodbye.

More PE hell and Prom

Well, Prom is next Saturday and I can tell everyone around me is buzzed. My friend got asked to Prom by a guy I kind of like ("As friends! Nothing but friends!") and I'm somewhat jealous, but that's okay. She's so afraid of relationships, if he asked her out as anything but friends she would automatically distance herself from him. But I'm still a little jealous. Just a little!

Well, for the past week my normal PE teacher has been gone and it's been nice without her annoying voice squaking at me to play tennis right. Instead, we've had lots of subs. Wednesday and Thursday we had this one guy PE teacher who always butted in during indoor soccer and I could tell he was undressing the "hot" girls with his eyes. Freak.

Ah, and yesterday was Senior Tea. My Jazz Choir performed. It was cool. I heard that my older sister (who is, yes, a senior) ACTUALLY showed any sort of enthusiasm toward my presence there. Usually she ignores me and isn't all excited and I ignore her. It's just our way of showing we care by honesty. Our parents don't force us to go to each other's events because both of us know we don't honestly care and that would be dishonest to pretend we do.

It's annoying when parents do force one kid to go to their other kid's event and then don't force the other kid to do the same. Obvious favoritism? Not that my mom only has two kids...oh no, not only two...She only planned for the first, the other three just came along. Guess who's the youngest and thus the most excluded and ridiculed? Yeah, you guessed it, me.

Quote of the week: "Who has two thumbs and hates Tom Packard? This guy!"

First to guess the quote gets a surprise.

Running, running, and more running.

Why do P.E. teachers make us run? They say P.E. is for fitness, but in order for running to make you fit, you have to run a good amount, at least 12 minutes, every day. The only reason they have P.E. is to make all of the fat kids skinny, but the fat kids aren't going to try enough to lose any weight.

Today we had to run more than we've ever run before. We had to run around the front parking lot, then around the track, then around the football field...twice. TWICE. Every class, even the upper classes. TWICE.

My mind is still dizzy from doing that. I never stopped running once. Well, once to get some water. But that doesn't count. I was thirsty. Stop looking at me like that. Rar.

Any Dream Will Do

I'm such a musical nerd >w<. I'm sure my huge obsession with anime has made you think I would never like musicals, but I do. I love them. So much. Right now I'm listening to a song from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I'm not Christian or anything (and when I was, I wasn't very religious) but I loved it when I saw it at the Paramount. It was SO AMAZING. It had big, bright colors, fun music, and great dancing. All the things I want in a musical!

I like the music from Les Miserables, but I've never seen it. I want to see it SO BADLY! So if anyone can get me tickets for when it comes around Spokane or Seattle, that would be great.... *big puppydog eyes*

I have this weird sore just on the inside of the outer part of my nostril (y'know, the part closer to my ears than the middle of my nose) so when I pick it not only does it HURT LIKE A BIZNICH, but it looks like I'm picking my nose.

I saw the Village Theatre's production of CATS. It was cool. It was different from the original. The 25 year anniversary tour is coming to Spokane but I don't get to see it T_T...unless I arrange to go...can anyone help me out there, too?

I also REALLY WANT TO SEE Wicked and Rent. Again, I'm lost. Anyone?

My school's production of Into the Woods is SO GOOD. In some ways, the voices were better than the original. In fact, all of them were. In my opinion. It was SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD! I want to see it again and again and again...

I feel like such a mooch...