Yesterday morning, the first thing I saw when I logged into facebook was a multitude of my weeaboo friends bitching and moaning over this new Soulja Boy development, and someone had even created an event aimed at “putting an end to this shit.”

Sorry, but last time I checked, the United States of America was a country that supported “freedom of speech” and that Soulja Boy can essentially rap about whatever the fuck he wants to.²

I’m also sick of these weeaboo faggots acting like anime is some elite club that Soulja Boy is not qualified to join. Last time I checked, the quality of Japanese animation is generally sub par to other forms of animation. So what if Soulja Boy wants to dabble in anime and manga? It’s not going to change the face of the industry forever; in fact, I’m pretty sure he’ll hardly even make a dent. I think that, if anything, he’s bringing a sort of acceptance to a community that has long since been considered “nerdy.”

In short, everyone needs to shut the fuck up and get over themselves.

¹ A “weeaboo” is a nickname coined for someone who is obsessed with all things Japanese, and even goes so far as trying to act Japanese, even though they clearly are not. They tend to litter their every day conversation with mis-pronounced Japanese words.

² I put that in quotes, because I know there’s quite a bit of limitation the government puts on us.

Last night, I went to karaoke in Farmingdale with Joe and Maggie. On the way there, I assured them that the way they’ve heard me sing is not the way I really sing. I don’t think they were quite prepared; all they’ve heard from me is the flat-toned sing-alongs I partake in during car rides. (And by flat-toned, I mean no technique applied whatsoever. I sing on pitch, always.)

We got there, and I sang “Just a Girl” by No Doubt, which is one of my favorite karaoke songs. After I finished, I sat back down at the table, and Joe just stared incredulously at me for a good minute.

“WHY,” he asked, “do you sing like you do in the car, when you actually KNOW how to sing?!” I muttered a sheepish “I dunno” in response and changed the subject.

At one point, this old woman (see also: around or past retirement age) came over to our table to look at the song book (we kind of hogged it) and picked a song. She showed us what she was singing, but neither Maggie nor Joe got a good look at it, so they didn’t actually know what she was singing until she got up there and the music started.

She sang “Enter Sandman.”

This woman was definitely someone’s grandma. And she was singing Metallica. I have never witnessed anything more epic in my entire life.

There were of course the usual drunks who completely butcher the songs they choose to sing, the most creeptastic-looking guy ever (he could easily have been a serial killer/rapist… he had that look about him), and a woman who was either severely intoxicated or somewhat mentally lacking who more or less ruined two out of the three songs I sang. Regardless, we had fun, and I know Maggie at least wants to go back next week.

Whoa, back the fuck up.

If I was ever jealous of her, it was because I admired the fact that, from a young age, she was able to make herself financially independent. As for her personality, I always felt like being a little more humble would suit her better, and that she really needed to get the hell off her high horse, because she thought insanely too well of herself. She also completely lacked the ability to admit when she was wrong, and would resort to belittling you if you disagreed or tried to prove her wrong, and she also believed that she gave amazing advice and that the world should follow it.

Just a side note: if everyone followed advice, no one would have personal experiences and mistakes to learn and grow from. That being said, I don’t entirely believe in advice.

At the point in my life when I needed my friends’ support the most, my best friend of 8 years abruptly ended our friendship. Even if I was jealous or beneath her, is that any way to treat someone you refer to as a friend, let alone a best friend? I don’t really think so.

I had another friend with whom I got really close, and eventually it got to the point where every time we’d make plans to hang out, she’d end up ditching me or bailing out. And there was always a reason, an excuse. I’d finally had it when she canceled a date we had for me to dye and cut her hair after I was already in the city. Not only had I spent the money to get there, but I was also carrying around about ten pounds worth of hair tools and chemicals. All for nothing. After that, I told her how I felt and basically discontinued our friendship. I gave her a few chances after that to make amends, but she never rose to the occasion.

Lately, she’s been complaining on Facebook that her friends feel like she’s pushing them away and that she acts like she’s better than them, and in the same sentence she says that she’s not, she’s just too busy planning cosplays for conventions. I don’t know about you, but that certainly sounded to me like planning cosplays for conventions is more of a priority in her life than maintaining her friendships. And if you feel that much like everyone is against you, then maybe you should re-evaluate the way you treat your friends.

In other news, I saw Inception yesterday. That movie was sofuckingawesome. Everyone should see it.

Or, would have been a mile. If I didn’t start walking about half a mile in the wrong direction first.

Not to mention, the heat and humidity were pretty brutal yesterday, so by the time I got to Maggie’s job, I was practically dying. Since they were ready to close up shop for the night and it was only her and one other vet tech there, she decided to show me around all the exam rooms and kennels.

On our way back to Joe’s (her fiancee, who lives right up the street from me and whom I’ve known since roughly third grade), Maggie called him up and explained how she “found something outside of her job” and asked if she could keep it. I couldn’t hear Joe’s end of the conversation, but Maggie kept convincing him that she’d “feed it,” “make a box for it,” and despite all his protests, she was “bringing it home anyway.” She even asked him if he could at least help her bring it in from the car.

It, if you haven’t already deduced, was me.

At Joe’s, we hung around for a while, and witnessed a house fly going into its death throes. I took some macro pictures of it, and Maggie accused me of being morbid and weird. Yeah, tell me something I don’t know. After a while of doing nothing much of anything at Joe’s, we decided to go out, but we didn’t know where. Joe suggested we find the Huntington Fireman’s Fair, which we attempted to do, to no avail. So we drove around some more, through Downtown Huntington. Huntington Station, and then finally we headed back out east.

We ended up at an IHOP, where Joe and Maggie were both appalled at the amount of sugar I loaded my coffee up with. What?! Fourteen packets of sugar is a perfectly respectable amount for one cup.

After IHOP,we came back to Joe’s for a few hours, before I decided I was tired and I went home.

It feels nice and inspiring to have a self-made layout again.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I hate living in the suburbs. Sure, I can appreciate that I’m within walking distance of a grocery store, convenience store, several restaurants, some pharmacies, a plethora of salons, and some random shopping. I can also appreciate that I live a mile from a train station from which New York City is only an hour and change away. And sure, I grew up here. But this is in no way my kind of habitat.

I belong in the city.

When I lived in Queens, I could walk the same route every day and see something new, something interesting, something exciting. Here, nothing happens. Nothing. I long for the sense of adventure I got from simply wandering around my neighborhood with a friend or two. I can’t find that here in the sanctity of the suburbs.

I am mainly a pedestrian, relying occasionally on public transportation. Out here, that subjects me to constantly being ogled, honked, and cat-called at by passing motorists. In the more urban areas, pedestrians are much more common and rarely did I feel patronized when I walked the streets.

I miss the subways. I miss the rude New Yorker’s, the crowdedness of it all, and mostly, I miss all the Asian grocery stores I used to go shopping at on the regular.

Alas, I have to wait until at least the beginning of October before I can even think of moving out, since that’s when I’ll be graduating from cosmetology. Even then, I’ll need to have money saved up (something that’s virtually impossible without having a steady paying job). It’s so frustrating to feel like I’m “stuck” here.

Now that my life has settled down quite a bit, I’m making the effort to pull this all together again. I’m working on a new layout, and I’ll be bringing back some visitor content. Most importantly, I’m going to make an effort to blog every day (except Sundays. That’s the way I did it when I made my resolution). If I don’t have something to write about, I’ll post a picture. Maybe I’ll even invite people to guest blog. In any case, I’m gonna make this happen.

…Especially when you throw fireworks into it.

So there I sit in nothing but a cloth gown, and the doctor asks me the reason for my visit. I explained to her that I was there for the tests and blood work that the other doctor had suggested I get once I have insurance, I wanted to switch my birth control, and “I have this UTI…”

She cut me off. “YOU tell me the symptoms, I’LL make the diagnosis.” I told her my symptoms, but I was very taken back by her attitude. This woman has no bedside manner whatsoever. I think I know what a UTI feels like, I’ve had them before. Bitch.

I’ve only been to one or two other female gynecologists in the past, but I feel like they have the tendency to write off symptoms and concerns and they’re definitely not as gentle during a pelvic exam. I’ve spoken to people who say they prefer female doctors because they “have the same plumbing.” I was ranting to my friend Katie about this yesterday, and we agreed that because male doctors “DON’T” have the same plumbing, they tend to study harder and pay more attention. And to quote Katie: “Plus, they like it so they’re gonna pay attention to it.” XD

Now it’s time to hear from my female readers (if any of you are left… I know I’ve been neglecting this blog). What gender gyno do you prefer and why?

My gynecological issue cleared up, which I am happy about. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about having a light period for a month straight; my doctor’s suggestion of taking my birth control three weeks on and one week off worked like a charm.

The Friday before last, I developed what I THOUGHT was an allergic reaction to my nose ring. It started as an itchy little rash right around my piercing. On Saturday morning it had spread to a larger radius, and that’s when I took the ring out and cleaned the area thoroughly. Through Sunday and Monday, the rash continued to spread until it was the entire right side of my nostril and a portion of the surrounding area… and Monday morning brought a patch of it above the outer corner of my right eye. So I went to the hospital. They looked at it, asked me questions, mumbled amongst each other, and didn’t really tell me what it was but gave me an ointment and a 7-day course of antibiotics. When I got home, I looked up literature on both the medications, and they’re primarily used to treat methicillin-resistant staph. Fabulous.

Well, I finished the antibiotics on Sunday (and started adding acidophilus to my daily vitamins), only to have another issue pop up yesterday. I woke up with eyes so puffy that I could barely open them. Throughout the day I took two doses of Benadryl and 600mg of ibuprofen (not all at the same time, and the latter in hopes of reducing the swelling) and none of it worked. Later in the evening, it seemed that my right eye was getting worse, until it was swollen about twice as big as the left eye.

Back to the hospital I went.

The first thing the doctor did when she looked at me was put on the most sympathetic look she could muster and coo “oh, you poor thing.” She attributed the puffy eyes to allergies, but to what, she couldn’t say. She admitted that it could be from anything from the pollen floating around to a delayed reaction to the antibiotics I took last week. She prescribed me a weeks worth of prednisone (ugh to the max), Claritin/Benadryl (one for the morning and one for the evening), and Pepcid so that the other medications aren’t harsh on my stomach, and then strongly suggested I visit an allergist.

I really hope I stop getting sick soon, because all this is very annoying.

Most people I know scoff at long-distance relationships; they come up with excuses like “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” and “if he’s in a different time zone, it doesn’t count.” They’ve discounted my relationship as “not a real one,” while Jonny and I have a stronger connection and better communication than couples I know that live with each other. My so-called friends have also insinuated that because my beau lives so far away, it gives me the liberty to fuck around as if I were single. Firstly, I wouldn’t fuck around even if I were single. I tried that over the summer, and I quickly learned that there is NO ONE around here even worth fucking with. Secondly, if I consider myself in a relationship, that means I’m committing myself to one person emotionally, physically, mentally, sexually.

That’s something most people don’t realize nowadays. They say they’re in a relationship, yet they lie, cheat, sneak around, and are generally unfaithful to their partners, and they act like it’s okay.

For example, I reconnected with my second cousin recently. Throughout our hanging out (and even afterwards through texting) he kept asking me if I have any hot friends, even though he’s clearly currently in a relationship. I finally got fed up with it and asked him why he keeps looking for other options if he’s in a relationship. He replied that he was going to leave his girlfriend, because she has trust issues. Gee, I wonder why? But attitudes like that sicken me. He was also one of the ones who scoffed at my relationship and said it didn’t count.

Jonny may be younger than me, but he’s far from immature. He’s probably the most intelligent person I know, and he’s kind, caring, chivalrous, understanding, and open… all things that my previous partner was not. Jonny and I have a lot of quirks in common, and our connection with each other transcends the ordinary. With all that being said, there should be no question as to why I choose to remain faithful; I made a commitment and I’m going to keep it, and I have a man who can satisfy me mentally, emotionally, and physically. What more could I ask for? Well, for him to live closer. But I know that in due time, our waiting and perseverence will pay off, and it will be totally worth it.

To sum it up, fuck all you haters.