Woohoo! Guess who just got told she's goin' to hell today? That's right! Me! Apparently, I was just told that, because I don't believe in the Gospel, I'm going to hell. I politely told him that I'd see him there. ^_^ Except he won't be invited to the party. His loss!

So I'm already planin' the party...according to this sign, who else is a'comin'? There'll be pina coladas and margaritas and buttsex and porn and a trampoline! It'll be a kick ass time, ya'all!

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HEAR YE, HEAR YE!

I AM A SAP!

THAT IS ALL!

Well, my lovelies, there is good news, and there is bad news.

First, the bad news, cause I want to end on an uplifting note. I did not get into the University of British Columbia's music department. I'm going to admit, I was really disappointed about it. Then I got bitchy and decided "Well, fuck them! Their loss! Damn Canadians...*mutter mutter*" which I really shouldn't say, because I several friends from camp (and friends not from camp) who are Canadian. I guess I'm just bitter. Being angry and snobby feels a lot better than being depressed, so if I'm snobby about UBC for the next, like, week, please excuse me.

except I'm not so bitter now because Nancy (the head of the Vocal Department) just called me to talk to me about it and tell me that she "really hope you audition next year", so that's promising. *not feeling so bitter any more* ^_^

Well, there's some good news right there. But! More good news! I called the appeals office at Long Beach today, and I got in! They accepted my appeal, and I will now be going to the University of California in Long Beach (AKA "The Beach") to study opera! Hurray!

I'm actually kinda excited, because the head of the Vocal Department there (Dr. Talberg) is just the most awsomest guy EVER and I love him to bits. So really, when I stop to think about it, it's not all THAT bad. Plus, the Beach has a better theater program but....oh well.

I am kinda disappointed, though, cause I was looking forward to being close enough to home to drive home for the weekend, because a lot of my friends are staying in the area. However...it doesn't look like that's going to happen now, which is...well...really kinda sad. None-the-less, I must look on the bright side! At least I got into a college with a well-thought-of opera program!


Anyway, so that's about it for now.

Yes. I have a Livejournal. So, instead of reposting the whole journal, I'm just going to make a link to the entry, because I like it and it needs to be read.

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Read this first. It won't take but a minute or two ==> Fandom Is...



Reading this really made me think. It brought me back to that very first Pokemon fanfiction in 7th grade. You know, the one with Jessie and James and the sappy ending and Meowth making snide comments. Or the one with amazing obsticals to face; where it seems like nothing will turn out right. But, as it always does at that age, love conquers all.

That was the first thing I learned from fandom. "Love conquers all."

From Pokemon also came the very first written fanfiction, complete with a bazillion fancharacters with awesome magical powers that no one else in the series posessed (actually, it was only about twenty fancharacters. Had to include all my buddies, you know!). I was, if you can remember the original characters, Ash Ketchum's best friend. Usagi () wrote it with me. She and her friend, April, were from another demension, and could not get back to the "real world". Um...yes. It was a series of...three? Four? fics. The first was called "The Crystal Diamond", and it was mostly Jessie/James because I was writing it and I really liked Jessie/James. The second was "Warioki and the GS Ball", and that one was mainly Misty/Ash, because Usagi liked it alot. I still have this one on my computer. The last was called..."Giovanni's Revenge", I believe. Or someone's revenge. Something like that. This one never actually ever got written, except in small little excerpts.

Then there was my very first Anime Convention. 7th grade...I remember it well. I wore a white shirt emblazened with a red "R" and a flowy white skirt that went to my ankles, a black belt, velvet elbow gloves, and ankle boots. I was accompanied by a stuffed Meowth with a bow that I called Meowthy. I still have her, and the outfit.

Sakura Con was amazing. I saw things I had never seen before; costumes of things from high-tech armor so heavy and encompasing that the person inside had to be sweating bullets, to girls in skimpy gold bikinis. I met many new people of all different fandoms and all different backgrounds; all united for one thing: a love of Anime and a love of their fandoms.

After a long slew of anime fandoms came Harry Potter. I think I still have my very first Hermione/Ron fic printed out and in a three-ring binder in my room. Out of the Harry Potter fandom came another fanfiction, with, again, the token self-insert. Mary-sue all the way, biatch! An "aurasee" (one who can read people's auras), this time, but this one an undenyable Klutz. And a Gryffindor. Duh. What other house is there when you're in 8th grade and an avid Harry Potter fan?

Then there was BB camp. I'd been going since 5th grade, and never fit in. Ever. Then I met Kat. Katara. Katsuyo. Christina. This person ===> . All the same girl. All one package of, when you first met her, shy, skinny, 7th grader. Then you got to know her. Got to talking about Inu Yasha and Card Captor Sakura and Digimon and she was the loud, tall, fast-talking 7th grader. I still remember sitting on my bunk and talking excitedly about Keraberos. Not Keroberos, Keraberos. And calling her Kera. And there was a girl in our cabin named Kera and she was like "what about me?" and Kat and I are like: "Oh, not you! Some one else! Don't ask!" and I can still remember the look she gave us. And I can still remember bursting into giggles. It was the only year I ever really enjoyed BB Camp. I guess that's why, the year after when I went, I can't remember anything but staying at Kat's house for a while AFTER BB Camp.

I still miss waking up and saying "Kat! Get up!". I still miss her saying "Tsunami, get out of bed, you lazy!". I still miss being able to see her every day.

"The years go by and spring turns to summer and summer fades into fall..."

I've been through so many fandoms. There have been many friends that I've made...Shinigami-sempai, Ray-chan, Andrew, just to name a few. All of these people that I've just listed have left my life, and I haven't spoken to them in ages, but they all left their mark on me. People come and go from my life because of these fandoms, and yet I still feel love for each and every person I've ever met. Every single person has left their mark on me, and taught me things about people and about human nature that I will never forget.

So, what am I now?

I'm still Tsunami the Aurasee and best friend to the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan, from Harry Potter. I am also Severus Snape and Remus Lupin. I'm still Marcelin Sebastien Grantaire from Les Miserables. I'm still Norrington and Gillette and Groves and Bush and Ragetti and Pintel from Pirates of the Carribean. I'm still Kuzco and Pacha and Kronk and Eizma from The Emperor's New Groove. I'm still Mark and Roger from RENT. I'm still Elphaba and Glinda and darling 'Yero my hero from Wicked. I'm still Numbuh 68, Numbuh 86's little sister, from Kids Next Door. I'm still House and Wilson and Chase and Foreman and Cuddy from House, M.D. I'm Carlotta and Piangi and Andre and Firmin and Meg and Erik from the Phantom of the Opera.

But, underneath all that, I'm a fangirl.

I must admit, at first, it was just something I joked about. "haha, I'm a rabid fangirl! LOL!11ONE!" But, now that I think about it, I'm rather proud of that. I'm proud to be a fangirl.

And I am so happy and so filled with joy to look around at my life right now and look at my friends, both online and off, and realize how lucky I am. How lucky I am to be able to call someone in New Hampshire or exchange letters in LJ comments with someone else in the form of a character or draw an arttrade or a kiriban or a birthday present for a friend or RPG online and giggling about it at school the next day and getting the weirdest looks EVER.

I love you all, so much. Don't ever change, and don't ever let anyone tell you you're worthless. Because, if nothing else, you're worth so much to me. I love you.


On another note:...good god, I'm a sap.