This is a very important announcement to inform you that you just lost the game.
Thank you, and goodnight.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
A Piratey Sunday
As all of me crew know, September 19th be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. It be me second favorite holiday in the year. (The first, bein' All Hallows Eve'.) This is how me day went:
I awoke in me quarters and said, "Ahoy!" to the sea. I dressed in me wenchiest of captain's clothes. I met with the pirate council and swindled them of their gold. The Pirate King took us on a darin' advenchArr. Afterwards, I returned to me ship and met up with me mate, a landlubbin' ninja. Ninjas be harmless enough, usually. But this one be good enough to match wits with the Cap'n. After me spar with me ninja, I returned to me quarters. The sun had long since set, but me day was yet not over. I worked on me navigational skills and practised my tongues. After a long and successful pirating day, I let the sea lull me to sleep.
And this is how me day went, translated for landlubbers:
I woke up and took a shower. I put on my sex-ay pirate outfit. (A red corset with a black overshirt, swashbuckler pants, and an awesome black and purple captain's hat.) I went to the sci-fi club's gaming meet. While I was there, I went to get food, but was a dollar short. The dollar was donated to me by some of the other gamers. After the super fun game, I returned to the dorm and visited Foxy. I like my boyfriend, even though he leans toward the ninja side of the debate. After I wore Foxy out, I went back to my room. It was late, but I still had stuff to do. I did my Astronomy and German homework, then went to bed.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
I awoke in me quarters and said, "Ahoy!" to the sea. I dressed in me wenchiest of captain's clothes. I met with the pirate council and swindled them of their gold. The Pirate King took us on a darin' advenchArr. Afterwards, I returned to me ship and met up with me mate, a landlubbin' ninja. Ninjas be harmless enough, usually. But this one be good enough to match wits with the Cap'n. After me spar with me ninja, I returned to me quarters. The sun had long since set, but me day was yet not over. I worked on me navigational skills and practised my tongues. After a long and successful pirating day, I let the sea lull me to sleep.
And this is how me day went, translated for landlubbers:
I woke up and took a shower. I put on my sex-ay pirate outfit. (A red corset with a black overshirt, swashbuckler pants, and an awesome black and purple captain's hat.) I went to the sci-fi club's gaming meet. While I was there, I went to get food, but was a dollar short. The dollar was donated to me by some of the other gamers. After the super fun game, I returned to the dorm and visited Foxy. I like my boyfriend, even though he leans toward the ninja side of the debate. After I wore Foxy out, I went back to my room. It was late, but I still had stuff to do. I did my Astronomy and German homework, then went to bed.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Nostalgia and the Me That Could Have Been
I didn't used to live where I do, now. I used to live in a small suburb of a much bigger city in a completely different state. I kind of miss the place, and some of the people. Once in a while I get hit with a great wave of nostalgia. (Like now.) So I got to wondering, what would I be like today if we hadn't had to move?
I moved in the summer between 7th and 8th grade, so most of my maturing happened after I moved. I think I would be a very different person.
In 8th grade, I would have either still had a hopeless crush on a boy we'll call Wolfcrush, or I would have asked Guyfriend out. Annoyingdude would still be annoying me in attempts to get my attention, all the while I would be cluelessly trying to figure out why he was so annoying. I would have stuck close to the few friends I still had, possibly to the point of annoying them so that they really didn't want to be my friends. In my neighborhood, all of my neighborhood friends would have started hanging out with Newgirl, mostly because she's new, but also because I would have ended up throwing a tantrum about how all of my friends were ignoring me now and they wouldn't want to spend too much time with me anymore, at least until the next summer. Towards the end of the school year, Annoyingdude might have asked me out by then, but probably not. I would be debating about whether to go to one high school because of their mascot or the other because of their choir teacher.
I would have chosen the one with the choir teacher. No matter which I decided on, I wouldn't know anyone there, or the people I would know wouldn't want to talk to me. I'd attempt to start over and make a good impression, but I'd fail miserably. Time away from my neighborhood friends would have veered me inside and to the computer, so I'd probably be a little bit heavier at the time, but also slightly more mature. I might have made two good friends in that first year of high school. My grades would be mostly As and Bs, but I'd probably have a couple of bad grades as well. (School seemed a lot easier to me after the move, whereas in the suburb I used to live in, school was getting harder.) People would still be calling me 'JK' instead of 'Kyrie'. I would have had one year with a really good choir teacher before he retired, but having lost a lot of my old friends, I might still have been a bit audition-shy. I wouldn't have gotten into any programs that help kids get into college. My brother wouldn't have moved out, or if he had, not gone as far away. I wouldn't have had a boyfriend, though I might have asked someone.
Throughout high school I might have made a few more friends and gotten slightly less quirky, not that it would make a difference since most of the people in my high school would already know me by my previous reputation. I might have dated one person, but it wouldn't have been all that serious. I might not have gone to college, or if I had, not have done so well, having not had the extra encouragement to do so well in high school. I wouldn't have developed my beliefs, having still had people pressuring Christianity onto me. For the same reason, I likely would still be struggling with my sexuality, or even trying to suppress it.
Some smaller differences: I would be a really good bowler. I'd have less experience in theater. I'd have learned Spanish, instead of German. I'd probably still want to be an elementary school teacher. I wouldn't have gotten into anime and manga. There would be no I Can Has Catboy!!!
Overall, I think I'm glad I moved. I'm not sure I like the kind of person I would have become if I hadn't moved... I think the Me That Could Have Been would be very shocked to see the person I have become... perhaps even jealous... So while it's nice to visit the past in your memories, don't forget to move on.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
I moved in the summer between 7th and 8th grade, so most of my maturing happened after I moved. I think I would be a very different person.
In 8th grade, I would have either still had a hopeless crush on a boy we'll call Wolfcrush, or I would have asked Guyfriend out. Annoyingdude would still be annoying me in attempts to get my attention, all the while I would be cluelessly trying to figure out why he was so annoying. I would have stuck close to the few friends I still had, possibly to the point of annoying them so that they really didn't want to be my friends. In my neighborhood, all of my neighborhood friends would have started hanging out with Newgirl, mostly because she's new, but also because I would have ended up throwing a tantrum about how all of my friends were ignoring me now and they wouldn't want to spend too much time with me anymore, at least until the next summer. Towards the end of the school year, Annoyingdude might have asked me out by then, but probably not. I would be debating about whether to go to one high school because of their mascot or the other because of their choir teacher.
I would have chosen the one with the choir teacher. No matter which I decided on, I wouldn't know anyone there, or the people I would know wouldn't want to talk to me. I'd attempt to start over and make a good impression, but I'd fail miserably. Time away from my neighborhood friends would have veered me inside and to the computer, so I'd probably be a little bit heavier at the time, but also slightly more mature. I might have made two good friends in that first year of high school. My grades would be mostly As and Bs, but I'd probably have a couple of bad grades as well. (School seemed a lot easier to me after the move, whereas in the suburb I used to live in, school was getting harder.) People would still be calling me 'JK' instead of 'Kyrie'. I would have had one year with a really good choir teacher before he retired, but having lost a lot of my old friends, I might still have been a bit audition-shy. I wouldn't have gotten into any programs that help kids get into college. My brother wouldn't have moved out, or if he had, not gone as far away. I wouldn't have had a boyfriend, though I might have asked someone.
Throughout high school I might have made a few more friends and gotten slightly less quirky, not that it would make a difference since most of the people in my high school would already know me by my previous reputation. I might have dated one person, but it wouldn't have been all that serious. I might not have gone to college, or if I had, not have done so well, having not had the extra encouragement to do so well in high school. I wouldn't have developed my beliefs, having still had people pressuring Christianity onto me. For the same reason, I likely would still be struggling with my sexuality, or even trying to suppress it.
Some smaller differences: I would be a really good bowler. I'd have less experience in theater. I'd have learned Spanish, instead of German. I'd probably still want to be an elementary school teacher. I wouldn't have gotten into anime and manga. There would be no I Can Has Catboy!!!
Overall, I think I'm glad I moved. I'm not sure I like the kind of person I would have become if I hadn't moved... I think the Me That Could Have Been would be very shocked to see the person I have become... perhaps even jealous... So while it's nice to visit the past in your memories, don't forget to move on.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Caramell Workout Plan
Are you Otaku?
Do you like to cosplay, but want to look good in that mini-skirt?
Are you too bored of normal workout plans to go to the gym?
Then The Caramell Workout Plan is for YOU!
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You know what Caramelldansen is, don't you? If not, click the word Caramelldansen to find out!
Anyone who's been to an anime con has seen mobs of people Caramelldansen. Who knew that this could be an effective workout, in addition to being a ton of fun???
Here's what to do:
Set aside half an hour to an hour every day (more if you feel like it) dedicated just to Caramelldansen.
Put together a playlist of all of your favorite YouTube videos of anime characters Caramelldansen. Any of the remix versions will have the best effect. (I personally like the one with L.)
Set the playlist to automatically go to the next video, get out of your chair, and dance until the time you set aside is gone. (For best effects, don't take breaks)
Why it works:
The hip movement works out your core and your legs- especially good for that mini-skirt area. Depending on how you hold your arms up to clap your hands, there is a varying degree of anaerobic exercise. This is essentially cardio, but more fun! And if you have fun while doing something, you're more likely to keep it up, and your body reacts better to the work-out. Yay!
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
Do you like to cosplay, but want to look good in that mini-skirt?
Are you too bored of normal workout plans to go to the gym?
Then The Caramell Workout Plan is for YOU!
---
You know what Caramelldansen is, don't you? If not, click the word Caramelldansen to find out!
Anyone who's been to an anime con has seen mobs of people Caramelldansen. Who knew that this could be an effective workout, in addition to being a ton of fun???
Here's what to do:
Set aside half an hour to an hour every day (more if you feel like it) dedicated just to Caramelldansen.
Put together a playlist of all of your favorite YouTube videos of anime characters Caramelldansen. Any of the remix versions will have the best effect. (I personally like the one with L.)
Set the playlist to automatically go to the next video, get out of your chair, and dance until the time you set aside is gone. (For best effects, don't take breaks)
Why it works:
The hip movement works out your core and your legs- especially good for that mini-skirt area. Depending on how you hold your arms up to clap your hands, there is a varying degree of anaerobic exercise. This is essentially cardio, but more fun! And if you have fun while doing something, you're more likely to keep it up, and your body reacts better to the work-out. Yay!
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Letters to Life
(Disclaimer: I am not genuinely addressing Life in these letters. They are meant to be something for other humans to laugh at, not as something to be taken seriously.)
Letter One:
Dear Life,
Remember me? It's Cap'n Kyrie. Yeah, you've been treating me awfully nice, lately. New boyfriend, very few class complications, a nice roommate. I feel like I've been riding a cloud. I'm loving it, and I would like to thank you... However, I know how you work, and I know that this can't keep up, so how about, instead of trying to keep up the awesomeness to the point of crashing and something really bad happens and catches me unexpected... How about instead of that, you allow yourself a little slip in my happy meter now and then. Just a little one. Keep me on my toes. Overall, very good work!
Thanks!
Cap'n Kyrie
Letter Two:
Hey Life,
It's me, Cap'n Kyrie again. This is a follow-up letter to the one I sent you commending you for your good work. I would like to thank you for reminding me that I am human, and that minor slips in the happy meter are a part of the job description. I won't be criticizing your work here anymore. You're doing a fine job. Just do what you do best.
Kthanksbai.
Cap'n Kyrie
Letter Three:
Life,
It's Cap'n Kyrie. This is a follow-up letter to my follow-up letter concerning my happy meter. I would like to thank you for clarifying that not only am I human, I am female, and that minor slips on the happy meter are not only a part of the job description, they are a regular occurrance. I... really... appreciate your memo... really. This letter is to tell you that I won't be bothering you at work anymore... ever... ever... again.
Thank you,
Cap'n Kyrie
Letter One:
Dear Life,
Remember me? It's Cap'n Kyrie. Yeah, you've been treating me awfully nice, lately. New boyfriend, very few class complications, a nice roommate. I feel like I've been riding a cloud. I'm loving it, and I would like to thank you... However, I know how you work, and I know that this can't keep up, so how about, instead of trying to keep up the awesomeness to the point of crashing and something really bad happens and catches me unexpected... How about instead of that, you allow yourself a little slip in my happy meter now and then. Just a little one. Keep me on my toes. Overall, very good work!
Thanks!
Cap'n Kyrie
Letter Two:
Hey Life,
It's me, Cap'n Kyrie again. This is a follow-up letter to the one I sent you commending you for your good work. I would like to thank you for reminding me that I am human, and that minor slips in the happy meter are a part of the job description. I won't be criticizing your work here anymore. You're doing a fine job. Just do what you do best.
Kthanksbai.
Cap'n Kyrie
Letter Three:
Life,
It's Cap'n Kyrie. This is a follow-up letter to my follow-up letter concerning my happy meter. I would like to thank you for clarifying that not only am I human, I am female, and that minor slips on the happy meter are not only a part of the job description, they are a regular occurrance. I... really... appreciate your memo... really. This letter is to tell you that I won't be bothering you at work anymore... ever... ever... again.
Thank you,
Cap'n Kyrie
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Apologies and Introducing Foxy
So, my avid readers (ha ha, there's like 4 of you. I'm in need of some readers that don't already know all of this.), my apologies for not updating my blog before now. You know... College and stuff. The month of August did not make it into my blog, this year. I did have a good birthday, by the way. I even had a few people outside of facebook wish me a happy birthday! *shock face* Classes have been easier than expected, so far at least. That's a really good thing, because that gives me plenty of time for my new boyfriend.
We'll call boyfriend 'Foxy'. Because this is a 'public blog' and he might not want his real name being spread around the interwebs. (Translation: I hope to have readers I don't personally know someday and when that happens, obviously everything I post on here will be famous.) No, I didn't pick the name... I just like it.
Sadly, Foxy is not a catboy... At least, not yet. I did manage to get him into cat-ears for the duration of one minute. (He's not even a foxboy, which would be almost as cute. *pouts*) Nor is he prone to yaoi... Most boys who like girls are also not prone to yaoi. So I know all you readers out there (Yes, all 4 of you.) are wondering what I like about this boy, because the very description of my blog states that I dream of hot catboy yaoi, yet here is this boy I am dating that is neither a catboy nor prone to yaoi. But I'm going to be evil and not tell you. :3
The reason I am bringing up Foxy in my blog is just for the sake of having something to regularly post about, as blogs that post regularly tend to gain more readers than blogs that post less than once a month. (I'm sorry, August.) And who knows? Maybe Foxy would like to say something to my plethora of readers sometime, and instead of new readers coming and wondering who Foxy is, they can instead be easily directed to this post explaining who he is. You know... Because new readers might not already know all of this.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
We'll call boyfriend 'Foxy'. Because this is a 'public blog' and he might not want his real name being spread around the interwebs. (Translation: I hope to have readers I don't personally know someday and when that happens, obviously everything I post on here will be famous.) No, I didn't pick the name... I just like it.
Sadly, Foxy is not a catboy... At least, not yet. I did manage to get him into cat-ears for the duration of one minute. (He's not even a foxboy, which would be almost as cute. *pouts*) Nor is he prone to yaoi... Most boys who like girls are also not prone to yaoi. So I know all you readers out there (Yes, all 4 of you.) are wondering what I like about this boy, because the very description of my blog states that I dream of hot catboy yaoi, yet here is this boy I am dating that is neither a catboy nor prone to yaoi. But I'm going to be evil and not tell you. :3
The reason I am bringing up Foxy in my blog is just for the sake of having something to regularly post about, as blogs that post regularly tend to gain more readers than blogs that post less than once a month. (I'm sorry, August.) And who knows? Maybe Foxy would like to say something to my plethora of readers sometime, and instead of new readers coming and wondering who Foxy is, they can instead be easily directed to this post explaining who he is. You know... Because new readers might not already know all of this.
Until next time,
Cap'n Kyrie
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