Fare thee well Blogger!

   Goodbye Blogger. I have now officially started re-posting all of these blog posts onto...Tumblr. link below.

 http://funsized713.tumblr.com/

   I am leaving Blogger because I want to find a bigger audience. I'm perfectly sure that Blogger is a great place for blogs that you could share with friends and family. But I want to share my blog posts with the world, not the population of Rhode island. Blogger just seems too empty comared to Tumblr. But since I'm leaving Blogger, that doesn't mean that you can't keep reading my blog, again link above. Farewell Blogger, and adieu. 

Sunburns and the horrors of copying

   It has been a while since I made a blog post, sorry about that again. It is really hard to type while a fourth of my body is suffering from the sun's wrath. I wish my body could just hurry up the process of shedding skin already. Anyways my vacation has been worthwhile. After my visit to New York City, I went upstate to Albany, my birthplace. That is where I have gotten the sunburns and bug bites from, but that means I'm doing a bunch of outdoor activities. Which is good...I think. When I did have time to watch television, I flipped onto TBS. I saw that Men at Work was just starting and decided to watch it. I thought, "Hey, I should watch this. I haven't seen Danny Masterson in anything except for That 70's Show."

   After watching the twenty minute show, I sat there for another minute in a stunned silence. I could not comprehend the horror of what the writers of Men at work had done. I will now quote what they said on the show. So far the episode's plot had something to do with Danny's character (Milo) having a crazy girlfriend.

    

   Gibbs: Milo, how attractive is this woman?

   Milo:  Beautiful.

   Gibbs: Yeah, I thought so. Gentlemen, what we have here is the crazy-hot paradox...see, men judge crazy only by relation of how hot the woman is.

   And then Gibbs started going into the crazy-hot paradox, giving examples and all. It immediately sounded familiar...just all too familiar. I was blown away completely. They had almost completely ripped off the crazy-hot episode of How I Met Your Mother. For those poor souls that are unfamiliar to the show, go and watch it. In the third season of HIMYM, when it was about 2008 or so, they did an episode about Ted introducing his friends to a chick he met online. While everyone meets Ted's new crazy girlfriend, everyone recounts their stories of how they met everyone else. And Barney attempts to convince everybody that his new girlfriend is crazy by telling them of the crazy-hot scale. If you want to see it for yourself, here's the link.

http://youtu.be/rNfXdHJ6Knc

   After watching that episode, I am never planning on watching another one again. What they did was copy a great How I met your mother episode, tweak the plot slightly, and then season it with some bad jokes. If there's one thing I hate, it's people stealing good material and turning it into something awful and unfunny. So kids remember, It's illegal to Plagiarize, so don't do it. Don't be a Dane Cook.

   

Ghosts that aren't Patrick Swayze and procrastination

   Sorry for the delay folks, I procrastinate as a hobby and then I do some more after that. That and the fact that I had a ten hour flight from Honolulu to New York and hadn't slept for for a total of twenty-seven hours. That seems like a perfect reason for not posting in four to three days, don't you agree? I know I do. I'll get right to the main topic that I have (had) prepared today (three days ago).
   Ghosts. Whether you believe in them or not, it is my topic. Personally I do believe in the paranormal. I almost always have. I will admit to watching paranormal investigation T.V shows (Not ghost hunters. That is a boring show. Go for Ghost Adventures instead). But I never personally came anywhere close to ghosts in real life. That was until February seventh of this year.
   My friend Darrian and I decided to go to my friend Jayda's house after school. Jayda's house at the time was a fifteen minute walk from school. Now she lives in an apartment building in Salt Lake, in the area surrounding my high school. But at the time her house was...well, a house. The three of us goofed off while we walked to her house. We arrived somewhere around three o'clock in the afternoon. The three of us dropped off our stuff in the living room and lounged about in Jayda's bedroom while Jayda left to do some short odd jobs for her neighbors.
   Darrian and I were left alone while we waited for Jayda. Around five minutes passed and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a dark, shadowy figure make its way past Jayda's front window. Thinking that it was Jayda, I expected the door to open. But it never did. I looked out the window, but she was nowhere in sight. I decided not to say anything about the shadowy figure. Jayda did come back after another two minutes however.
    Once she did arrive, we went over to the kitchen for a snack. From the corner of my eye, again, I noticed a 5'9 foot figure walk into Jayda's room. I froze, unsure if this was my imagination or real. Again, I decided to let it go. After a few more minutes we decided to play a nice game of hide and seek (do not judge us, it is perfectly sane). Jayda quickly went upstairs. I should also mention very quickly that Jayda's house was rented out for two people. There was a staircase that no one used in her house, but since the neighbors had moved out we went upstairs anyway. She went by herself while we were talking downstairs.
   A minute later we heard a scream followed by loud and frantic footsteps running down the steps. Jayda opened the door looking like a mad woman.
  "You saw the shadow figures too," I shouted.
  Jayda nodded a few times before falling into a seat. Darrian was interested in these shadow figures so she convinced the both of us to go upstairs with her. We did so with caution.
  "What exactly happened?" I asked.
  Jayda pointed at the back room down the hallway and told us what happened. She had been facing the stairway and had been waiting for us. Suddenly she saw movement from the back room. A shadowy figure had walked toward her, stopped, tilted its head at her, and then walked back to the back room. As she finished talking, the floorboards in front of us began to creak. Being three fourteen year old girls at the time, we freaked out a little.
   After we took a breather we decided to inspect the linen closet for some reason or another. What we did not know at that time was that if you opened one of the doors but didn't shut it all the way, the other door next to it would swing out and hit you. Of course you can probably understand what happened next. Darrian closes the door, the other door hits her leg, and she shrieks.
   I scream because I have no idea what is going on.  Jayda was already running into the other room. I was in second. But before I went all the way inside, Jayda accidentally punched me in the side of the face out of panic and fear. I hadn't been facing her when she hit me, so I freaked out once more and grabbed her by the wrist. Unfortunately for the both of us, she was spinning around to face the door (Darrian was running in now) so I went spinning with her. We both fell in a heap on the floor. The only thing I could make sense of at the moment was the fact that Jayda's glasses were now soaring through the air like a majestic eagle. Jayda reached up and caught it expertly, until Darrian tripped over her own feet and landed on Jayda. The glasses were flung out of Jayda's eyes and into my right eye.
   We sat there for a few seconds. Jayda slowly got back on her feet and told us that she was finally going to re-inspect the linen closet. Darrian shook her head quickly as I stood up with Jayda. Darrian hovered by us as we saw that the linen closet was weird and unnatural. Darrian quickly went back into the room we had fallen into. Jayda and I slowly made our way into the back room.
I hovered near the doorway as she stopped in the center of the room. It was quiet.Then we heard someone say "Muh". It was a man's voice.It was gravely and hoarse. We freaked out all over again. Suddenly the door to the stairway opened and Jayda's brother hissed at us to get our crap together and get out because the landlord was coming to inspect the house.
   That was the end of our paranormal activity for that day. I'm hope I didn't bore you with the story/long post. Anyways,we never got around to going back to Jayda's house before she moved out. Luckily her apartment is not haunted. Now whether you do or do not believe in the paranormal does not matter for this story. The moral of this story isn't that ghosts are now automatically and officially real. The moral is just that, given the right elements, fourteen year old girls can really lose their s*!t. That is all.

Tales from the average girl gamer

   

   Games were always kind of my thing growing up. Whether they were just a simple game of Simon says or  playing the nice car game called the quiet game. I excelled in that game. But then when I was about the age of six I was introduced to video games. My friend and neighbor, Jonah, had a play station, a gamecube, and what seemed to be a trillion videos games to choose from (it really was only about 5 or 7 games). But he never let me play a game of Spyro the dragon with him or any other game for that matter. All I could do was watch him play. And for a six year old, participation in games and other means of entertainment is practically a must. But I did eventually convince Jonah to let me play with his Pokemon collectible figures while I watched. He moved when I was seven with all of his video games galore. I only had brief, almost fleeting, experiences with a few video games. I even got to try playing the play station 2 once, even if only for five minutes. But I had no idea what I was doing or what button I was pressing.

    Around four years later when I was ten, a new game console was released. It was constantly sold out in every store in America. It was all the rage. You couldn't escape without seeing an advertisement for it somewhere. I'll give you a hint. The commercial for it consisted of two japanese business men in a smart car coming up to different people's doors and saying, "Wii would like to play." If you haven't guessed already, I apologize for the sheltered life you had for pop culture. It's the Wii. My dad was able to get one of the Wii's around christmas time. Nowadays, no one really plays the Wii and feels truly happy about it as much. The Wii was the only console I had at that time and it was the funnest thing I knew. Or at least until I became interested in the Xbox360.

    When I was twelve, one of my friends had an Xbox360. Me and my other friend would hang out and play Call of Duty 3 with him. I know, it's not the newest game in the world. Hell, even back then it wasn't. But it was new to me. The thing was, I never played the Xbox before so I had no idea which buttons did what. After the fifth day and I was still getting beat by 350 to 0, they decided to call it a truce. We would play multiplayer still, but we never took anything seriously. We would drive the jeeps in the game and take it over a broken bridge and see who could shoot us down from the other side. Other times we were just goofing off. But one day when we were playing team deathmatch and I was re-spawning as many times as you could blink, one of my friends said, "This is what I mean, why do all girls suck at video games?"

   I felt stereotyped right then and there. It wasn't because I sucked at the game, I knew that I sucked, it was because he was dragging at least 40% of all gamers that happened to be girls down with me. The reason why I did suck was not because I was a girl, it was because back when I was growing up my parents couldn't afford to buy me a video game console. While those guys were busy melting their brains and staring at the screen so long they could only see the color yellow, I was outside using the power of imagination for my own personal entertainment. But I let the horrid insult slide. And then on my birthday, I found a surprise awaiting me. My parents had gotten an Xbox360. My first Xbox game was Left 4 Dead 2. 

   Now two years have passed and me and my brother have our own collection of video games. My brother only has most of the call of duty series, but I have the better games. Skyrim, Portal, Portal 2, Left 4 dead, Half life, Half life 2, Team Fortress, etc. I will admit that I am a sucker for Valve's works, even if they don't know how to count to three. So I shall wrap this up because I'm actually going to play Minecraft right now. So for all you gamers, go and follow your dreams, kill zombies, escape evil computers, beat up ninjas, and do other gamer thingies. :3

The Science of Why Korean Soap Operas are so Good

    Before I fully go into my blogpost, I have something to admit. Blogger was not my ideal/first choice for the home of my blog. My first choice was Tumblr. I was signing up for it only three days ago or so. I had already gotten my username in, my email address, the works. But then came that one question that made me hesitate to answer. How old are you? Already in my head I could hear Admiral Ackbar's voice ringing out, "It's a trap!"

    I know what everyone is thinking or saying right now, "Julia, what the hell is wrong with you?" or "You couldn't lie about your age...to a computer?"

   Well, technically it wasn't a computer I was lying to; I was lying to a website. What can I say, for some reason I got all paranoid that tumblr would find out that I was fourteen and then kick me off. Honesty was the best policy that day...or maybe not. Everyone is on tumblr, not Blogger. Anyways, as soon as I do get over the paranoria I'll sign right up and repost every blogpost I have. But let me just note that the How old are you? question just had a small blank. It wasn't the usual type in the date of your birth question. It was only asking for one number. That was probably what made me kinda suspicious of it.

   Anywho, let me get right to the title of this blog. If you are familiar with the works of American Soap Opera, I'm sorry, but it sucks. Korean soap operas are the way to go, mostly because it actually looks as if it were filmed in this year instead of the 90s or 80s. The plot is always different. They never overuse common situations that American soaps do (for example: teen pregnancy, AIDS, or cancer) but if they use those examples, they milk it better than we can. They add comic relief, they add drama when they can. I am so happy that Netflix had chosen to have these on their Watch Instantly page.

   So far I've been on a marathon of Secret Garden, Shining Inheritance, and Lie to Me. "How many hours did you watch, Julia?" Glad you asked. About the equivalent of a Starwars marathon followed up by an Indiana Jones marathon, but you fall asleep during Raiders of the Last Ark. Secret Garden was my first soap opera watched and NOT made fun of. I became hooked. So far, if my friend Alan reads this, he knows what I'm talking about. But hey, who even reads my blog? Actually according to Blogger about twenty to thirty people do. Well, for those twenty to thirty people, good job! You have won a prize. And what is that prize?, you may ask. It is the thought of doing something nice. So spend that prize wisely!

   

 

     Insecurity and the meaning of Yolo.

 
 
    Well, I have done it. I have officially started a blog. I don't usually post a digital journal of my thoughts and experiences to the interweb. Yolo...I guess. I hate the word Yolo. I never quite understood Yolo and still cannot quite comprehend why people use it. I get that it's supposed to mean Carpe Diem, or to seize the day, but why can't my generation just say that instead. Is the word too long? Does it not sound interesting enough? So Yolo is just Carpe Diem for lazy people now? Also, when we die, and there is reincarnation, wouldn't that word have technically no meaning?
   So far, this blog post may just be daily or weekly ranting. But I as much as I love ranting, I do not want my new blog to be about me going off about stupid people doing annoying or stupid things. I want it to be...well, maybe the title of this blog perhaps. If I wanted it to be about funny rants I would've named it Ranting like George Carlin. But hey, who didn't love that man? In fact, I'm listening to his standup right now (It's bad for ya!, in case you were wondering).
   My Dad told me that a blog can be about anything you want, that's the beauty of it. But really, as I type this out, I realize that is why writing this is making me a nervous wreck. I don't know what to write about, I don't know why I should, I don't know if I may be talking to a million people in the future or a brick wall. It's like I'm George/Marty Mcfly (What if they say I'm no good? What if they say, "Get out of here kid. You've got no future"?).
   All I know is that I want this blog to make people laugh. And that is one of the hardest things to do, thus some of the rewrites, and re-rewrites, the nail-biting and the wishful thinking. In my opinion, it's easy to make people cry.
   I could sit here and tell you a story about how my cat; my best friend ran away when I was seven. I could tell you how I waited every single day for an hour, calling for her to come home. Then I could tell you that when she did find her way back home, it was too late and we had moved to another house. Well, that story is fake. But I'm sure that a tragic story like that one could have made many a few people cry. But if I were to write a comedy as funny as Monty Python and the Holy Grail, I would probably make not too many people laugh. It would most likely be mediocre. But as long as I made someone laugh, I'm all good.
   Great, now I don't know how to end this blog. Should I keep it going?......No. Well to wrap this up, have a magical, extra-fantastical day (with sprinkles on top).