That Waz My Hat!

I LIVE!!

Hmm what have I been up to? Many things. It is September I have celebrated the day that I entered this world. My Sims is working once more. HUZZAH! We have another Flat Inspection coming up. 
In the inbetween times I made a pinterest. I went through a One Piece Fanfic stage where that's all I wanted, I'm now spam reading Naruto fanfic. Oh sweet Naruto. I've been having a lot of fanfic ideas though not for the ones that I need to be having ideas for. Which is unfortunate.

We're trying to be more healthy so last night we tried Stuffed Peppers. They were quite tasty and I kind of wish that I hadn't eaten both of mine, we used different coloured ones mine were red and orange (the orange was my favourite). Exercise has also been suggested... and we're getting there, slowly.

I brought the new Devil May Cry game. Which looks amazing I'm just waiting until the stars reach the correct alignment before I play it. I've also been playing Lara Croft: Rise of the Tomb Raider which is brilliant. 

What else? Pillow and I watched the Second Season of Sword Art Online (OhMyGawd!) and we started watching the second season of Log Horizon. Speaking of Log Horizon one of the best fanfic I've read for Log Horizon is called Dislocation, it's by Vathara, and seriously anyone who loves Log Horizon should read it as it gives you a unique and brilliant new way of looking at things that you don't really think about while you're watching. Vathara is FANTASTIC, they do crossover fics mostly. Oh they also got me into this online comic called Girl Genius, which is hilarious. I love it, especially the Jaegermonsters. They crack me up, with their Hat obsessions and their way of talking.

Well I can't think of anything else right now.

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So I have an idea for a Bleach fic. I've written some of it out but I don't know if I'll ever post it up anywhere.

The basic outline is that Kurosaki Ichigo and Urahara Kisuke began life way way way back in the time of the Samurai, where they were a little more than bros if you know what I'm saying, when they died instead of losing their memories and basically reforming out of soul particles they are regressed back into child forms, Ichigo ends up being taken in and raised as a Shiba cousin while Kisuke befriends Yoruichi and gets adopted by some Shihouin retainers. They eventually become Shinigami and reunite. Theres good times, theres bad times and then of course the Hollowfication happens and the Visored and Kisuke and Tessai are exiled while Yoruichi self-exiles. Ichigo in a show of loyalty, since he's friends with a few Visored and one (Aikawa Love) is his Captain, resigns from his position and follows them before anyone can deny his resignation. Once he tracks them down in the Human realm he motivates them to continue living and not let what's happened make them unhappy, (unhappier?). Decades pass and Kaien dies then Isshin is quietly exiled, he ends up in the Human realm and falls in love with a young woman named Kurosaki Masaki whom he weds, the two keep in contact with Ichigo, Kisuke and the Visored and when Masaki gets pregnant they tell them. On the day the child is to receive it's soul (since I have no idea how a lot of stuff works) Ichigo and Kisuke discover that the Central 46 isn't allowing the soul that would end up in the child to incarnate, after a discussion with Isshin and Masaki it is decided that Kisuke will but a seal bloke on Ichigo and his soul will be the babys. Basically mostly canon happens though instead of people mistaking him for his cousin he ends up wandering how most of the older Shinigami know his name, these Shinigami end up thinking that Shiba Ichigo died sometime after his resignation and that's why he's now walking around as a Human with no idea what the heck is going on. After the war with Aizen is over Ichigo still has his powers and when he turns Seventeen the seal on his memories is broken which results in a huh moment as Urahara (the one who had created the seal) did it in the middle of a party which all of Ichigo's friends Human, Visored, Shinigami and Arrancar were attending, this results in a huh moment and also Ichigo punching Kisuke before attempting to explain what had happened and who he was.

Here's a bit of what I have written so far: "Ichigo is seven when his life changes.

He is fourteen when he makes another change.

At seventeen he thinks he's sorting some things out.

At nineteen he's settled into himself, he knows who he is and what he's doing.

At twenty-three he dies. And everything changes again.

Since he was seven Ichigo's life had revolved around the rogue samurai named Kisuke who had saved him from the bandits that killed his family. Ichigo had wanted to stay with Kisuke but was told it was too dangerous. He was placed with a noble family that owed Kisuke a favour and it was expected that he'd stay with them for the rest of his life, as they gave him stability and a new home. He left when he was fourteen, set out with a wooden sword and the need to find the man who'd saved him. Kisuke was less than impressed when Ichigo showed up in his campsite, and he became down right irritated when Ichigo refused to leave, following Kisuke around trying to learn the way of the sword. Eventually Kisuke gave in and took the boy as an apprentice. Ichigo proved to be an adept student learning eagerly, soaking up all the knowledge, his mind for battle was a truly terrifying thing and by seventeen he had surpassed his teacher. No longer were they master and apprentice. Kisuke expected the boy to leave, not to say that's what he wanted over time Ichigo had grown on him he didn't know what he'd do without the company. Fortunately he didn't have to find out, Ichigo stayed, Kisuke had saved his life and so he felt his life was Kisuke's. When he was nineteen Ichigo downed four bottles of sake and kissed his now ex-teacher, instead of being pushed away he was accepted. His saviour became his teacher became his partner became his lover, now a partner in every sense of the word. The two pledged themselves into the service of a daimyo who treated his people with fairness. They served faithfully, until when Ichigo was twenty-three they were set to guard a narrow passage into the Daimyos land, they had heard rumours that his closest neighbour wished to absorb the prosperous land into his own. For two days and three nights they held the pass waiting for reinforcements, theirs was a small group no more than seventeen men not including the messenger who had been sent off early in the skirmish, finally on the dawn of the third day they heard the bugle of their backup just as an arrow made it's way past Ichigos guard to lodge in Kisuke's chest, a moment of despair and a swift sword stroke led to Ichigo's own demise. So just as he had lived the young samurai died following the one to whom he had given everything.

However, this was not the end of these two noble swordsmen. As Kisukes lifeblood drained out and he passed to the world of death a soundless voice questioned Will you fight on, warrior? Or will you rest? Fighting was what Kisuke had known for so long, but he couldn't answer for he knew this was not something that would dictate only his life, Ichigo had long sworn he would follow where Kisuke led, “Maa I'll wait a while if you don't mind?” If you wait too long you will not be given the choice, you will remain a soul tethered to the earth until someone comes to relieve you. Before he could question this, being as he was a curious man, another form appeared in the foggy world of death, it took him not a moment to recognise the bright head of his lover, “Ah, Ichigo I thought you'd last longer.” The younger man looked rueful, “I got distracted.”

“I thought I taught you not to do that?” He chastised.

Before Ichigo could respond the question was asked again Will you fight on, warrior? Or will you rest? Ichigo frowned, “I'll go where Kisuke goes.”

“Resting sounds a little boring don't you think, koi? We are men of action after all.”

Ichigo smiled and nodded, “If it is well with you voice-san we will fight together as is our way.”

The voice seemed troubled as it responded, You will be sent to the Soul Society to continue fighting, as for together, this has never been asked before, you wish to remember your life when you truly lived?

“Of course.” Ichigo stated as Kisuke asked, “Do people normally forget their lives?”

The people of the Soul Society are regressed when they die, they form from soul matter and so their previous lives are lost. You do not want this? But you wish to fight?

“Yes.” “Of course.”

Hm, you are strong, if you retain yourselves you may perhaps be even stronger, the voice seemed to come to a decision, Very well Kisuke no Kuikkuburēdo and Ichigo za Sō though you will be regressed you will retain yourselves. Farewell Warriors, may we meet again.

When Ichigo opened his eyes there was a sky above him and a sword in his hand. The sword was much smaller than his usual katana but looking down at himself this was understandable, he heard a low groan to his left and turned to see a miniaturised version of his partner, Kisuke looked no older than fifteen, he too held a much smaller sword. “Well,” Kisuke remarked in a light tone, “I see what Voice-san meant about being regressed now, you look about four, Ichi-chan.”

Ichigo scowled at the ridiculous nickname he'd not had to hear since he was seventeen and finally defeated his teacher in a mock battle, his scowl deepened as he realised what Kisuke had just said, he was four, four, how was he supposed to fight as a four year old?

The two spent several days readjusting to their new ages, despite their memories of their lives they actually felt the age their physical (were they physical afterall they were dead this was something Kisuke was interested in looking into) ages, sometimes Kisuke was forced to pick Ichigo up and piggy-back him as the four-year old tired quickly and like to take naps.

Finally after nearly a week of readjustment and learning what people to avoid and where to get food things changed. The changes were two fold and swift, they began with a girl knocking into Kisuke apologising and running off, this was followed by a tall dark haired man who bore a striking resembalance to Ichigo stopping and staring, as the man approached the two boys heard a shriek that Kisuke noted to sound very much like the girl who'd run into him earlier, they both started to head toward the girl when the man touched Ichigo's shoulder only to find himself under the scrutiny of two near feral gazes, “I apologize, my name is Shiba Kaien and though I don't know you, you appear to have the look of one of my clan, I suspect you're one of my cousins and as such I can't just leave you wandering the Rukongai, especially not at your age.” He looked over at Kisuke, “I can take you both to the Shiba Clan Compound, there's food and soft beds and well our family.” Kisuke frowned, the resembalance between the two was too strong to be merely superficial so these Shiba might very well be Ichigo's long deceased family members who had reformed from the spiritual energy, as such the safest place for Ichigo would be with them, as they were obviously strong enough to protect him until he'd regrown into himself enough to do it, Kisuke knew that Ichigo would be able to track him down again once that had happened and so he came to the decision and looked down at his smaller partner, “Take Ichi-chan, I have to do something.”

Ichigo frowned at him something that he was rather amused to notice was mirrored on the face of the man, Kaien, “Are you sure? There's more than enough room and I'm sure he'd like to have you with him for support and familiarity.”

Kisuke shook his head, “He'll be ok.” Looking down at the smaller boy, “You'll be ok, I have to go help that girl, we'll meet again.” He grinned, Ichigo nodded and sighed, “Good Luck, Kisuke. Try not to get into too much trouble without me.”

“Maa Ichi-chan you say that like I can't look after myself.”

“You can't.”

Kaien stifled a laugh at the interaction, both he and his little cousin waved as the small blonde darted off. "

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Beware the Ducks

Eugh, so Flat Inspection was today and so I spent the morning at the Esplanade, swinging and jumping on the trampoline and taking pictures.

Also talking to myself, singing along to the iPod rather loudly, being paranoid about the ducks and being terrified of the Barrel of Doom.

I will not leave you all hanging and instead will give a blow by blow account of my morning.

First you should be aware that I haven't slept, I know this is a shocking and deeply surprising occurrence that is incredibly rare, as such I brought a can of Kaboom on my way.

As most of you will be now be aware when sleep deprived on caffeine I tend toward insanity and that was certainly true today.

I was by myself and yet managed to have several deep and meaningful conversations, I also referred to myself in plural several times, I think the only thing we should all be glad about is the fact that I was obviously quietly talking to myself or else there would be several mentally scarred children.

Me and Myself enjoyed an invigorating walk taking several pictures of the many things that fascinated us (there I go using plural for my single self) there were trees and leaves and flowers and BUNNIES! 

Of course the stupid fancy new phone decided that it's battery was going to die despite the fact that I needed the phone to be working so I could receive B-Dizzles message for when it was safe to come home and unfortunately none of us are well versed in smoke signals so that wasn't an option. 

Cursing my phone I went to the playground part of the Esplanade and proceeded to swing away my problems. Things I learnt are 1) you can't sing and swing if you want to be able to breath properly, 2) always choose the right swing my sit testing first, 3) Swing meditation is the best, just swing and be, everything else just sort of fades out. After a while I got tired of swinging not mentally but physically swinging is hard work so I went and jumped on the trampoline for a bit, then I lied down on the trampoline to cloud watch but there were no clouds so I went back to the swing. 

I was a bored of the swing by then so I thought I'd have a try in what have since been dubbed the Barrel of Doom, I'd seen little kids play in them before and I figured you know... how hard can it be? A stupid question. Very, is the answer. So for those who don't know the Barrel of Doom is like the prelude to a treadmill, you walk and the barrel rolls. What you may not know is that as you walk it gets faster. And you fall over. And it keeps going leading to you going up and sliding down and laughing like an idiot while simultaneously swearing at the pain in your butt and your wrist where you fell. Now a normal person would think ok I've been defeated by the Barrel of Doom I'm gonna stop. I didn't. I tried again. It went slightly better though I was was very discombobulated afterwards.

Then I decided to walk around a little more and have a look in the gardens. On my way there I came across a gathering of the Duck Army. Now many people say that I have a very irrational paranoia in regards to ducks, you know what I say to that? It's not paranoia if they really are plotting to overthrow the human regime and begin what I have coined as 'The Duckpocalypse'. Behind enemy lines, surrounded by their hellish armies, I made what may have been my last message warning mankind (and Pillow who mocks my perfectly rational suspicion) of the amassing duck army. They were every where, watching, plotting, quacking.

Thankfully I escaped with my life and proceeded to look at various pretty flowers. I took pictures of some and then my phone gave up the ghost and passed on. Once more cursing the stupid thing as I still had not received the all clear from B-Dizzle I proceeded onwards in my wandering, eventually I found myself in the rose garden, wishing I had a camera because of all the pretty colours and the images I could have captured.

Eventually I headed for home, where B-Dizzle assured me that the Inspection had happened and was over. 

Wasn't that exciting?

I like the Esplanade. I like sleep more. But not philosophy. Colours are pretty. My phones camera not so much.

Meh.

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I have a lot of deep Philosophical questions, most predominant currently is Where did the Chocolate go? I'm sure I never ate it.

What am I doing with my life? No seriously? I've spent the past couple of days reading Gundam Wing fanfic and sitting on my sweet patootie. I mean I've had a good reason... it's been raining so even though we have a Flat Inspection coming up I couldn't go outside and do the jobs that need doing... or at least that's what I've been telling myself, in truth my sleep took a turn for the worst and I haven't been awake enough in the daytime to be able to do things. My Counsellor mentioned a hormone or something that's suppose to aid with sleep so 
I'm going to see about that but I dunno. 

What else is up with me... I've been pretty unmotivated as per usual, though I did weed the back gardens and clean the bathroom, my room and organise the book shelf we moved into the hallway so that's something. Yesterday was Imbolc and I slept through most of it. It's the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere so thats a fun little fact for people.

I should probably update all the (non existent) people who are interested, I failed in regards to NaNoWriMo, all the good intentions none of the motivation though I did compile a very interesting Bleach fanfic in my head. I dunno how I'm going to write my novel out when I'm so shit at fight scenes I mean I can see it all in my head and it's truly beautiful but then I write it down and it's all "she flipped over his head and like turned around in the flip so she was facing him and it happened really fast so he couldn't tell..." which isn't great for keeping the attention.

I have a complaint. I have a tumblr, I very rarely use it because it's filled with people that seem to revel in being angry about something, show them something that pleases you and they will pick it apart until it's all just shit. I'm pretty sure it's filled with English teachers, you know like "oh the author meant this and this symbolises this" the author didn't mean any of that you're just seeing that because that's what you want to see, now don't get me wrong I was doing a major in English I love it, I love looking at a poem and being like "ah hah hah hah feel all the meanings that I have discovered" but thats poetry which is filled with hidden meanings Poetry is to English what a Tomb is to Lara Croft or Indiana Jones, it's filled with traps and treasures and hidden parts that need to be uncovered and it tells you a ton if you know where to look. 
Novels, however, are something that aren't suppose to be picked apart, I mean yeah they can be and yeah there often is a lot of hidden meaning but most authors writing a novel are more interested (speaking for myself as an aspiring Novelist) in telling the story and having people be like "ohh this happened and this guy sucks". 
Back to my point Tumblr likes to tear things apart to find a point that isn't there or to blow shit way out of proportion, and I get that there's a lot of inequality and shit human beings in the world but being an unequal shit human isn't going to make it better, even if you're doing it from the opposing side. If you want equality you can just automatically discard people who oppose you or are from a different standing that's exactly how the inequality started. It's not an issue of who's better it's an issue of being equals. 
If someone makes a statement about how say feminism makes them uncomfortable you don't go around saying that they're a male pig or something or that they've been programmed by men to think things like that, you look at what you're doing and wonder why is feminism making this person uncomfortable, because trust me it doesn't make me uncomfortable because I'm a dude I'm pretty freaking sure that I have to strap a bra on everyday and that my period comes regularly, no feminism makes me uncomfortable because a lot of feminists aren't about having men and women standing on equal ground, they're about having women standing on top of men to pay them back in some way for the repression they feel that women have had to deal with. I'll just say now two wrongs don't make a right, two wrongs leads to you heading backwards, going in the exact opposite direction to the one you say you want to be heading in. What we need is understanding, what we need is for people to stop being so shit to each other to stop looking at one another and thinking he's/she's black/white/Korean/Jamaican/gay/straight/Whatever and instead to look at each other and be like they're human and as such they deserve the exact same rights as me. 

Anyway I've ranted enough.

Currently Listening to: Best Mashup Mix 2014 Vol. 1
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It's January why in Gotham are you selling Easter eggs?

Ah le New Year... tis sunny. Thus far it seems like it's going to be another year where my luck is fucked. But positivity and all that.

Good news. I updated my fanfic... both of them in fact, so that's a 'Yay me!'

Uhm other good news, there's been good music thus far this year... I got a fancy new phone for Christmas. Pillow has an xbox 360 and we have been gaming and cutting down on our near physical attachment to the internet and so huzzah!

In other news, the last month of last year was spent complaining about increasingly small amounts of money, buying Christmas presents, and going home.
B-Dizzle, Pillow and I enjoyed our last night here before Christmas with two bottles of Riccadonna Asti and Noodles and Dumplings, we exchanged Christmas presents, wrapped the ones that were being given to other people and admittedly got a leetle schloshed. My hometown was as brimming with expectations as usual, and I went to Pillows a few days after Christmas to celebrate her birthday, the big two-one as it were.


On New Years Day we bundled all of our loot into Dave (B-Dizzles car) and returned triumphantly alive to our humble little abode. The cat was pleased to see us though a little pissed that we'd all left her. Witness her sulking on the table, not best pleased with the fact that our return heralded a great upheaval in her otherwise well organised life. Poor Kitty... just the teensiest bit spoilt.
In celebration of the New Year, (which we spent dancing around to music and socialising with each other) Pillow decided that she wanted a change and so we have once more shuffled things around in our lounge, admittedly it looks really good but I'm just terrible with change.


Right that's all I can think of to talk about now so I'm off

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Frankenfurters are they a place or a type of sausage? These are important life questions.

I like pie. Mm pie. Today was s very big day. Huge. 
I went to the Doctor, got blood taken, got a prescription of vitamin D supplements, dropped my medical certificate at Work and Income, by the time I got back home I was exhausted.
What else have I been up to? Hm, I'm still reading the Big Ideas in Brief, I'm up to Reincarnation in the Religion section. Sometimes I have to take breaks because it hurts my brain.
I've been reading Nightwing comics, Red Hood and the Outlaws comics, Deadpool comics and Nora Roberts books, along with the Diamond Brothers books that I got from the library.
I've only pined for my Sims five times this week... which considering it's Wednesday is less than it could be. I just see something or read something and I want to make it on Sims... but I can't. Which makes life very sad.
I have spoken to my mother! Finally. Go me. My sisters partner is looking for a desktop for me, so Sims are in my future, currently distant, but closer than before.
Hmm what else? I've been plotting Christmas presents, and mentally thinking of which Christmas carols I want to listen to, I have to do it with the headphones in since Pillow doesn't like Christmas songs but hey that's how I listen to Fun. and country music too so it's fine.
Impinging is an interesting word, im-ping-ing, it sounds funky. Impinge.
I've started reading the Detective Conan manga... it's strangely addicting, you start and you try to solve all the cases before him, and pick up all the clues but you always miss some. I really like the relationships that are portrayed, like theres Shinichi (the main character) and Ran who are best friends that are in love with each other, theres Ran's relationship with Conan (Shinichi as a six year old) which is kind of like an older sister figure but there are the undertones of how she sort of knows he's Shinichi but can't prove it, there's Ran's relationship with her father Kogoro and there's Conan's relationship with him which involves a lot of mutual looking down on, Kogoro thinks Conan's a child who needs to butt out of the investigations while Conan knows that he's the one really solving all the cases. There's also Conan(Shinichi)'s relationship with Heiji Hattori, a fellow high school detective who figured out who he was, and the relationship he has with several of his classmates along with a scientist who took the same drug he did and was shrunk too. There's also his relationship with his parents (which amuses me so much) and his relationship with his neighbour Professor Agasa the first person to know he was shrunk who upon hearing the whole story recommended that Shinichi adopt a new identity and not tell anyone in case it put them in danger. On the whole I'm really enjoying it, the only problem for me is that I'm up to volume 28 of 74, which is a lot, and I get quite annoyed that he's still stuck as a little kid. 
I talked to my counsellor and we agreed that since fanfic was a category I can totes(great english I know) write fanfic since it's what I'm comfortable with for NaNoWriMo, I have eleven days to write a 50,000 word fanfic and submit it. It's a little exciting and a little terrifying, but I do a lot of good work under pressure so once I put my mind to it I should (hopefully) be alright, my only problem is that I'm horrid at concluding stories I just kind of drag them on and on and on. Ah well nothing hurts from trying right? Right.
And yeah I think that's enough from me for today.

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I like the word Twizzle... Is it an actual word? What does it mean? I like the way it sounds.

Knowing myself as I do I realise that there are somethings that I should not do. Contemplating philosophical ideologies on no sleep and a can of Rockstar, is most likely one of them.
But here I sit. Having spent the entire night spam reading fanfic about Dick Grayson and contemplating the dilemma of nature vs nurture.
My problem is this, I cannot accept that certain humans are preordained at birth by 'nature' to end up a certain way, I'll use an example to illustrate this, take Tom Riddle for example, I cannot accept that if upon his discovery he were removed from the orphanage where he was obviously not cared for properly, if he were placed in a magical home and taught that while he did not have to like muggles he could just avoid them as they have as much right to exist as he does, I cannot accept that if he were cared for and shown affection dare I say even love, that he would have still turned out to be Voldemort. I believe whole-heartedly that a persons entire life shouldn't be decided upon at birth that people will look back and say "Well he was going to end up that way anyway so why should I bother?" You should always bother!
That's not to say that I don't believe a persons innate self doesn't also affect them, I know I react in different ways to my friends and I suspect ever were we born to the same people and faced with the exact same situations that we wouldn't react the same. Who you are is also an important factor and it helps to classify how you'll react to the nurture aspect. And that in a nutshell is my problem, I can't see a way to reconcile these two, aloud at least, in my head they make perfect sense but aloud? Pfft. You gotta be kidding.
I firmly believe nurture to be extremely important I believe that effort and care can make all the difference but what about the people who are given all of that and still turn out to be psychos for lack of a better word, what does that mean for my belief? I just I can't accept that there are people who are innately evil but at the same time there are those in the world who do horrible despicable things and they've had all the opportunities to be better but they chose to be that way... because of their nature? Because that's who they are as people? 
And people wonder why I'm so confused by the human race and dislike people, I mean it's just annoying they can't make up their minds. Friggin philosophy it's doing my head in. Why do I decide to think about things like this on little sleep and caffeine? Honestly, well I suppose it could count as my incontrovertible proof of my own humanity I mean I'm just as confusing as the rest of the human race. B-Dizzle and I had a discussion earlier about whether I was actually an alien but we came to the conclusion that I couldn't be because I didn't have any legit abilities like Superman, I mean if you're going to be a kind of alien why not aim for the top, right? 
Ooh I just started thinking about the whole mind/body thing and I'm stopping now because I don't need my brain to implode one philosophical question per sleep deprived rambling thank you very much!
Hmm Right I'm returning to my fanfic now. Ta ta.

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