Grumbles

Driving

• ...is not fun...
• Amusing Anecdote: My bestfriend, Irene, and I carpool to and from school. Tuesdays and thursdays are my turn to drive. Irene's neighborhood entrance requires one to take a left off of a major street, F. I pulled into the entrance and was about to make a right turn. Out of nowhere, this light blue car cuts me off and parks itself infront of me, the driver glaring madly in my direction. Assuming the woman had made some kind of mistake driving and was now (yeah right) worried that she had scared me half to death (which she had), I smiled in a way that I probably thought was reassuring and motioned her to go on her way, no hard feelings etc.
  Instead of pulling away, the woman got out of her car and strode past her wide-eyed son's window towards me. I only realized five seconds too late that the expression on her face was not one of concern but of burning rage. I rolled down my window and was immediately bombarded with "WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!"
  Confused, my brain was still running along the assumption that it had something to do with my taking a right turn. Perhaps she belonged to a cult of right-turn-damning left-turn-worshipping frazzled women in sweatpants. "I-I was making a right turn, I'm sorr-" I began.
  "WHY DID YOU LEAVE!?"
  Again I insisted that I was making a right turn and that I was sorry. We went through the same process a number of times before my brain actually started to work again. I finally asked what, exactly, she was talking about. In the same angry manner she "reminded" me that I had hit her at the intersection of F and T, which is near Irene's house. Apparently I, suffering from the terrible guilt of broadsiding a woman and her child, sped off.
  I insisted that I had never hit her car and that she must be mistaken. Perplexed by the new information, the woman paused for a moment and responded thoughtfully "WHY DID YOU LEAVE!?"
  Having regained enough of my senses to be a little irritated, I asked her if she had noticed the guy's license plate or the make of the car. She responded that it must have been me because she had seen my car leaving the intersection and followed me all the way here. I repeated my question about the make and license of the car. This time she merely glared at me. Then she walked around to the front of my car and glared some more. Then she came back. In addition to being mad as Hell, she looked somewhat anxious. After a moment she concluded that it was not, in fact, my car that had hit her.
  She apologized awkwardly. I forgave her awkwardly. The woman went back to her car and drove away, her son watching me from the back seat.
  The Moral of the Story: The Universe is a mysterious place. Okay, if I had been driving a 2000 silver colored Honda Civic, I might understand the mix-up. I drive a dull red 1997 Geo Prizm. There might be a total of ten Geo's in my city. I think that there might be two red ones. Coincidence? I think not! I must come to the logical conclusion that there is a *pause for dramatic effect* Psychorodent imposter going around hitting poor defenseless women and their sons while driving red Geo Prizms.

The question(s) of life

• Why do cats always throw up on the carpet/bed/open clothes drawer and not on the linoleum/ wood/stone floor?
• Why is the principal constantly telling you and the rest of your classmates that you can tell him/her about anything wrong in class but he/she just tells you that all problems are your fault? ie. your teacher tells you about tests the day before they happen.
• Why the computer always decides to freeze/shutdown/lose power when you're halfway through writing a paper and just about to save?
• What does a headmaster actually do?

Have you noticed...

• that the pigeons seem to be getting more daring these days? They are in my neighborhood. The other day my dad had to stop his car and yell to get them to move out of the road. My teacher actually had to go around them. I predict a decline in the pigeon population...
• how your cats always like to sleep on whatever it is you needed to work on? For example, that boring yet extremely important paper due tommorrow...
• there's this one drink that says: "The Arizona Drink" or something, and then on the bottom: "made in New York"
• most anime characters only wear one suit for the whole show? Isn't that a bit unhygienic?
• the younger the people an anime is aimed at, the bigger the characters' eyes are?
• that all diet food is tasteless and/or disgusting?

Why we should be thankful we don't live in the GW universe.

• Because we don't run the risk of being shot/stabbed/beaten/stepped on by Heero/Duo/Trowa/ Quatre/Wufei/OZ. We just get to be shot at by the usual people.
• Our doctors are less prone to heart attacks since they don't have to deal with Heero jumping out of the window of the umpteenth floor.
• We don't live in colonies which have limited air supply. Yeah, living in space sounds cool, but outside is freezing, airless vacuum.
• I cannot stress enough the fact that we don't have gundams and other mobile suits stepping on us. Here would be the dialogue between Duo and Quatre: Duo-"Die OZ, di- *SQUISH*. Huh? *looks at bottom of Deathscythe's foot* EEW!!! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!!!!" Quatre- *covers mouth* "I think I'm gonna be sick..." Duo- *frantically going around, trying to scrape off the fresh roadkill on surrounding buildings* "Quatre, I can't get it off!!!" *reaches hysterical tones and starts to panic. Starts treading on other people* "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod! GETITOFF!!!!* Quatre- *Clutches his heart and groans. Duo's hysterical shrieks get too much for him, so he starts to accidently tread on people.* "Ohmigodohmigod..." and so forth.

School's about to begin...

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have 5 days until I have to go back to school, and this is what you'd see if you came into my room right now: I am holding my knees, rocking back and forth, spouting gibberish. My eyes are big bloodshot circles, staring at the wall. I have been sitting on my bed. I start when I hear the phone ring (it reminds me of the school bell), I fall off and start viciously attacking myself and foaming at the mouth. Occasionally you'd hear the following monologue interrupted by frantic screaming: "8 to 3, 8 to 3! 10 minutes to finish, RING!!! 8 to 3! heehee, Biology, History, Math! Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three! RING!!! English, Art, French! RING!!!"

New Year's Resolutions

• Build a time machine so that I can utterly destroy whoever concocted the french language or atleast drop rabid weasels down their pants.
• Find a way to train the cat to aim when using the litter box.
• Broaden my love of anime (always a good thing to do!)
• Spend more time catering to my beloved site.
• Try not to run away from the next grade above me (traumatic experiences, I might go into whiny detail later).
• Try not to throw pizza crusts at the grade above me.
• Hold back urge to scratch eyes out of grade above me.
• Be strong and not give into weaknesses such as twitching and trembling when members of next grade trudge past.
• Keeping my voice down in public.
• Getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.
• Go to China some day so I can subject them to the horror that is my accent.
• Clean birdcage more often.
• Subdue instinct to club members of the opposite sex to pulp with blunt objects when spoken to or impale with Glare of Doom or mash their toes with my rolie backpack . It's a nervous quirk whatsit; personally I have nothing against them.
• That's about it. Happy New Year GW fans!!!

More Grumbling About:

The holidays
• When ever my family celebrates a holiday, we take it seriously and either cook gargantuan amounts of food or go over to the house of a friend who has cooked a gargantuan amount of food. This is actually quite a lot of fun, all of the adults get drunk and there's lots of hoarse singing and general merriment going on. But back to the food, it's delicious. And there's a lot of it. This is not what I need right now. I need dehydrated granola bars and celery sticks, not grease soaked roastbeef with fat lumps (Which is really quite good). I opened the lid to the leftovers yesterday morning and the fat and grease had settled to the bottom of the pan and congealed. Naturally, I put some on a plate, heated it up, and ate it for breakfast.
  In the words of my best friend, sometimes referred to as Irene, "we should have a little tube in every kitchen labeled 'Starving Children in China'" because, quite frankly, eating your asparagus isn't going to help them, plus cooked asparagus smells like boiled old socks.

A special note from Psycho Rodent:

Before I start I would like to apologize in advance to these people: everyone who reads this page, who ever wrote the essay saying that the GW story sucked, and my friend who will probably be offended by what I'm about to say and the e-mail I sent her.

Well now that that's taken care of, let me begin. Today I read an essay by a GW fan. She had actually fallen in love with the fanfics, not the actual series. When she got the series she hated it. That's fine, I don't care about that. So, she wrote this essay about it along with a comparison between GW and Gundam.

Since I'm pretty much an idiot and cannot grasp finer writing, I may have misinterpretted what she wrote. What I THINK she said can be summarized into this: The GW storyline sucks, the relationships between the characters are under developed, and that most GW fans are actually fans of the fanfics, not the actual series.

What I think she said when when she wrote that the story sucks, is just that. I'm probably wrong, I usually am. So let me say this: I LIKE THE STORY FOR WHAT IT IS. I like the plot, I don't care if it some people don't think it makes sense, I DO. I think it's great and I don't care for the "good stories" like "A Tale of Two Cities", "Never Kill a Mockingbird", and "Ivanhoe". Like I mentioned earlier, I'm a stupid kid who can't grasp "good" literature and I much rather read Discworld and Diadem. I think GW is deep enough, thank you very much!

She also said that many GW fans fall in love with the fanfics, not the series. While I'm sure there are a lot of fans like that (which is fine), I'm am not one of those people. I fell in love with the series, not the fan stuff (although it's fun too!) In fact, I was banned from reading fanfics by my parents, so NYAH!!!

Of course, she was correct about a good many things... For instance, most GW fans are a whole lot more hostile, short tempered, and over-all opinionated than Gundam fans. This would describe me, in addition to being psychotic, of course.

As an after thought I would again like to apologize to everyone for ranting and using space on what was intended as another humor page. I wrote this right after being PO'd by reading the other essay (which was actually quite well-written) and an e-mail (which I responded to rashly and without forethought to) from my friend. You know, I try to be soft and even minded and look at all sides of a situation, but I'm a demented GW fan so I can't resist ranting every now and then.

Ooooooooh look!!! I made a personality quiz!!! Er, It's not that advanced in terms of most of the quizes you'll find out there, but enjoy anyhow!!! Which Pilot Are You?