Monthly Archives: January 2012

A couple years ago, Omegle was pretty popular. It’s sort of like ChatRoulette except I think it was first and didn’t originally have the webcam option. The idea is it’s kind of like a random instant message system, you’re connected with a random stranger and you can either befriend them or move on. Naturally, there’s a lot more “a/s/l nudes plz” than actual “Hello how are you” but in theory the idea was good.

One day in 2010 out of sheer boredom I decided to check out Omegle. I figured I’d attempt to find someone who didn’t just want to cyber, have a conversation with them, then never bother with it again. Essentially that’s exactly what happened, though we didn’t really have a conversation.

If you don’t get the joke, Stacy’s Mom was a song from 2003 by some band called Fountains of Wayne who probably never had such a huge hit since then because I had to Google the song just to remember who the hell did it. Catchy lyrics and tune, but the song’s just friggin’ stupid and gross. It was a huge hit but I was still thrilled this girl knew what I was referencing, otherwise I would’ve come off as yet another pervert on that site.

I need help finding the rest of this toy, and I’ve gotten so desperate that I’m now hoping the internet can help if someone finds this through keywords. Sigh.

There’s a local Japanese market I like going to. I rarely get something from the toy aisle but I still like looking, and a few visits ago I found this Hamtaro toy. I didn’t realize it comes in four sets, one set in each box. I dunno how I thought the entire thing came in one box, but it became a mission to get the rest because I love Hamtaro and this thing’s a fun little toy to have on my desk. Unfortunately, that store doesn’t seem to actually get more of the toys they have, they just always get new ones, I’ve found two sets and now I can’t find the rest anywhere. And according to the internet, it would seem this is an old toy that isn’t being sold anymore.

I’ve scanned the box so you can see what it looks like. I’m looking for #1 (the set with Hamtaro) and #4 (the set with Penelope), but mainly #1. I already have the sets with Bijou and Pashmina. I’m not asking you to scour toy stores for me, but if you happen to see one or you know where I can buy one, please let me know. If you live in Japan and would be willing to ship it to me, we’ll work that out but I’ll be willing to pay you back.

The title of this entry has a question mark because I don’t read Japanese, but I asked for a translation and that’s what I was told. So in case that’s not the name, I added the question mark.

CuteTeaBunny just posted on Twitter that she has Hakuna Matata stuck in her head “and hopefully, now so do you,” and of course I started humming the song. Then I immediately thought of this Queen of Wands comic where two of the main characters are singing that song, but with their own made-up lyrics with the phrase “vagina dentata” which is Latin for “toothed vagina,” which as far as I know is not actually a real phenomenon. But I could be wrong and I’m not about to Google that. Teeth? In my vagina? It’s more likely than you think.

This was originally going to be a quick status update on Facebook, but memories tend to make shitty Facebook posts considering there’s a character limit which of course means you’re limited on how much detail you can add to the story. So I changed my mind about Facebook and decided it’d make a better blog entry.

In 8th grade, I’d started off at one school but was kicked out three months in, and had to finish the year at another school. (See #41 of this list for the reason why I was kicked out.) Not only did I switch schools, but I was now in a different school district, so I was surrounded by people who didn’t know me (with one exception, a girl I’ve known my entire life was also going to that school, she was thrilled to know I recognized her). Starting a new school with a clean slate is honestly pretty damn annoying, especially when you inadvertently become popular. I was one of maybe three goth people in that school, so people were intrigued. You can read more about that in the first paragraph of this post, which is when I first mentioned this school.

There was a large handful of people who were almost hilariously nice to me, they made it a point to say hello to me every single day and their face would brighten when I said hello back. One girl in particular sticks out in my memory because it took me the entire year to realize there were actually two of her.

Every day when I got to school, a tall black girl would practically fall from the sky and wave while cheerfully saying hi to me. She was skinny, pretty, always wore a puffy jacket, and always had her hair tied in a ponytail on the very top of her head like a pineapple. Then later in the day, usually during our lunch break, I’d see her again, this time in a different jacket, and she’d say hi again.

I’m sure you can already see where this is going.

I just assumed she’d change into a different jacket at some point during the day, maybe one was lighter than the other and she only liked the bigger one in the cold mornings, or maybe she’d switch back and forth with a friend she liked borrowing clothes from. It never occurred to me “she” was actually “them,” because I only ever saw one at a time. One day toward the end of the school year, I saw them both together for the first time and tried to play it cool as they both said hi to me while we passed each other. Then I just stopped walking and laughed at myself for never realizing the girl who mysteriously changed jackets during the day was really two girls. Twin sisters. I’d never learned their names, so it’s not like I was constantly calling them both by the same name, and it’s always been a problem for me to tell identical twins apart, I just can’t do it. So because I hadn’t seen them together until that moment, I never realized I was always saying hi to two girls and not just one.

My Aunt Cheri posted this video on Facebook and I watched it while nodding repeatedly. If you don’t want to watch the video (or for whatever reason, can’t watch it), it’s about a middle-aged woman who was told by her doctor that she suffers from Age-Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. She goes on to explain how the ADD manifests: It starts off with a chore that needs to get done but as she’s heading over to do it, she notices another chore she needs to do, but as she starts that chore, she notices yet another thing she needs to take care of. And it goes on, then the day’s over and she can’t figure out why nothing got done even though she remembers being very busy throughout the day.

I’m sure it’s safe to say the older crowd isn’t the only age who deals with this, though obviously it gets much worse as you gain more responsibilities over the years. I decided to make my own list of “ADD caused by trying to do everything at the same time.” I’ll just pick something at random.

I want to update my daily planner with what I did today. I’d gone to the market with my mother and bought some things off my grocery list, but I can’t remember everything, so I’ll go ask her what all we got so I can cross it off my list. Since I’m getting up, I might as well refill my drink, so I bring my glass into the kitchen. I put the glass on the counter and realize the dishes that were drying are now fully dry and ready to be put away, so I might as well take care of that. I should also wash the dishes that are in the sink, so I’ll let those soak while I put away the dry ones. (Note: We have a dishwasher, but it’s currently busted.) Before turning on the faucet, I go into the living room to see if there are any dirty dishes out there to put into the sink. Dad’s watching television and tells me to look at a funny scene in the movie he’s watching, so I stop what I’m doing to stand and stare at the tv for a minute. My dog thinks now’s a good time to play with me, but can’t find his tug-o-war toy, so I go to look for it. I thought I remembered seeing it in my bedroom, so I go in there and notice a pile of my laundry I’d meant to fold and put away hours ago. I walk over to start on that but remember I’d also meant to wash my bedding, so I strip off my sheets and head to the washing machine in the back of the house. As I’m passing my dog’s bowls, I notice he’s out of water, so I put my bedding on top of the washing machine and start back to my dog’s water dish. Mom calls me from the other room to ask a question, and while I’m in there, I remember I’d wanted to ask her something but I can’t remember what. By now, it’s dinner time and mom goes to the kitchen to start cooking, and asks me to go get her a fresh hand towel from the linen closet. I make a detour through the room with my desk and hear my email notification go off, so I walk over to my computer to quickly check my email and immediately forget everything I’d been trying to get done.

Then the day’s near over and I’m scrambling to finish all my chores as I’m walking around the house noticing all this half-finished stuff I’d started.