<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:29:35.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>☆How To Use Loneliness☆</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm an 18-year-old female who discusses deep and meaningful topics. 

And by deep and meaningful, I mean shallow and pointless. :DV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-3682467429869529664</id><published>2009-05-22T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:16:50.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i will not adhere to your ways.</title><content type='html'>pretentious lowercase, sporadic lack of punctuation, and Joyce-like stream-of-consciousness style is hereeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. college. it's over. at least freshman year is. oh goddd. so much happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to the beach tomorrow. i am now sitting here in baltimore city at my dad's work waiting to get dropped off at sam's house later. i's be sleepin there and then we head out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's danceeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not drunk. i got up at 5:30AM today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, have some sexy Super Junior. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://e.9.i.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.9.i.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=gI9eek0Xfjr9B0tr6Ylg&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://e.9.i.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.9.i.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=gI9eek0Xfjr9B0tr6Ylg&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-3682467429869529664?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/3682467429869529664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=3682467429869529664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3682467429869529664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3682467429869529664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-not-adhere-to-your-ways.html' title='i will not adhere to your ways.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-9217743502945355081</id><published>2009-01-19T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:26:07.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing! ☃</title><content type='html'>With as cold as it's been, it's about time it snowed. d(-.-)b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite requests from various friends to hang out today, I've decided to just stay curled up inside, either on my bed or on the living room couch. I'm not feeling the best, and I want to just lay around in hopes of feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Obama's inauguration tomorrow!! &amp;#9829; That's mainly why I want to feel better; I know I'm gonna be standing out in the cold for a long period of time. My father and I reserved train tickets from Baltimore into D.C., so that should be exciting. I've never been on a train before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, but now I need to get back to my winter break homework. I have to finish reading &lt;em&gt;Teacher in America&lt;/em&gt; (albeit a very interesting book, but it's still for school, y'know?), and then I plan on showering and dragging my blanket out to the couch and settling there with &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;. I'm hoping to finish that today and get started on the &lt;em&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided I'm gonna try and add songs to my page whenever I feel like seeking one out. &amp;#9835;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm adding 'Konayuki' by Remioromen! I think it fits the snow mood quite nicely; it translates to "powdered snow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://o.7.7.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.7.7.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=777olGRyT55C1Odfu58F&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.7.7.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.7.7.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=777olGRyT55C1Odfu58F&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-9217743502945355081?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/9217743502945355081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=9217743502945355081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9217743502945355081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9217743502945355081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s snowing! &amp;#9731;'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8078351580027364533</id><published>2009-01-02T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:02:42.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Massanutten! ♪</title><content type='html'>I will be gone for a week now off in Northern Virginia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear talk of snow-tubing and indoor waterparks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen and her father are supposed to be here to get me in one minute. And here I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9774;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8078351580027364533?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8078351580027364533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8078351580027364533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8078351580027364533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8078351580027364533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-massanutten.html' title='To Massanutten! &amp;#9834;'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1467709900667749719</id><published>2009-01-01T16:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:51:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A potential return?</title><content type='html'>Jump for joy, everyone, I may be coming back here for awhile. &amp;#9728;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I get with blogs; my LiveJournal has been inactive for months now, and I think I like this blog better overall. Though, I still frequently use LJ for things like communities and stalking other journals. &gt;:D I just don't update my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the date. It's January 1, 2009. Amazing, isn't it? 1999 was ten years ago (as /b/ so kindly informed me earlier this morning). But the important part is the former. January 1. A day for new beginnings and fresh starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, why I chose today to re-activate this journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this party started. Who knows how long (or how short, rather) it'll last this time around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I regret giving this link out as it contains personal information, but when it comes to online accounts, I am definitely the most active on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=1270260488&amp;ref=name"&gt;my FaceBook&lt;/a&gt;. I also regret giving this link away because it means that I have stooped down to the social networking site of the masses. But hey, it's honestly a good way of keeping in touch with old high school friends and following what's going on with a bunch of different people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to stop procrastinating on packing; I leave for a week in Massanutten sometime tomorrow with my friends Kristen and Brooke (along with the rest of Kristen's family). I managed to drag a duffel bag out of my parents' closet and onto the floor of my room before I got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Forgot to wish whoever may be reading this a happy new year! I know I welcomed 2009 by perusing Marauder-Era (with some SiriusXRemus) &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; fanfiction; I have big plans for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1467709900667749719?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1467709900667749719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1467709900667749719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1467709900667749719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1467709900667749719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2009/01/potential-return.html' title='A potential return?'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-135183610843331690</id><published>2008-07-26T01:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:42:26.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, yeah.</title><content type='html'>Since it's been over two months since my last post, I pretty much have officially moved back to &lt;a href="http://razzmadazz.livejournal.com/"&gt;my LiveJournal &lt;/a&gt; where I have been updating recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever seem to stick to one blog. And I really like the lay-out of this one, too, but my friends are all on LJ (kind of the reason I moved here, but still). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, though? I may eventually come back here, but it's not my priority now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-135183610843331690?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/135183610843331690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=135183610843331690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/135183610843331690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/135183610843331690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-yeah.html' title='So, yeah.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5912264136025004064</id><published>2008-05-07T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:08:41.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEEEEES.</title><content type='html'>I SPEND MY TIME LOOKING AT THINGS LIKE &lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/archive/001187.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, AND I LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5912264136025004064?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5912264136025004064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5912264136025004064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5912264136025004064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5912264136025004064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeeeeees.html' title='YEEEEEES.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-122545126386504769</id><published>2008-05-06T16:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:23:27.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's the insanity of five AP tests...</title><content type='html'>...but I came home, sang a little bit, and then went on a SuJu pic-saving spree. Not just any spree, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 'HeeChul with babies' spree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my new-found treasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC9sWpPzJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/q2vQEttPh5A/s1600-h/200805061504251132_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC9sWpPzJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/q2vQEttPh5A/s320/200805061504251132_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197362539676028050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC8x2pPzHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tMP_OeRBZ2g/s1600-h/20080506154123148471zw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC8x2pPzHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tMP_OeRBZ2g/s320/20080506154123148471zw1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197361534653680754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC9DWpPzII/AAAAAAAAAHs/doflAtM3tUY/s1600-h/2008050615293411331wu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC9DWpPzII/AAAAAAAAAHs/doflAtM3tUY/s320/2008050615293411331wu1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197361835301391490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-122545126386504769?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/122545126386504769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=122545126386504769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/122545126386504769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/122545126386504769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-its-insanity-of-five-ap-tests.html' title='I think it&apos;s the insanity of five AP tests...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SCC9sWpPzJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/q2vQEttPh5A/s72-c/200805061504251132_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8805083417432022796</id><published>2008-05-03T18:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:34:38.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate horse-racing.</title><content type='html'>I was just now eating dinner, and I decided to watch the Kentucky Derby. Yeah, it was ~*~ThRiLlInG~*~ and ~*~HeArT-pOuNdInG~*~, but when the race ended, the second-place horse, the only filly in the race, collapsed. She apparently broke two ankles and was immediately euthanized on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, put an animal out of its pain when it's evidently suffering, but DON'T LITERALLY RUN IT TO DEATH AND CAUSE SAID PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn the TV off and sulk after I heard that bit of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tl;dr: I think I just put myself behind &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; liberal cause; they just keep piling up these days (AKA: I'm slowly learning about the underground horrors of the real-world).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8805083417432022796?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8805083417432022796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8805083417432022796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8805083417432022796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8805083417432022796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-horse-racing.html' title='I hate horse-racing.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2801597589273390280</id><published>2008-04-29T19:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:31:19.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AN IDEA.</title><content type='html'>So. I decided the best kind of birthday party that one could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and one's guests would do &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/musume%2Bjoshi/video/xg61t_morning-musume-jkm-panic-train_fun"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, with a verse for every person invited. Those shiny/plaid outfit-creatures could even be worn, and an actual train would be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even guys could participate~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a laser-tag party at the beginning of June, but if I knew a way to produce something like this and get it filmed, I WOULD SO DO THAT INSTEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2801597589273390280?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2801597589273390280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2801597589273390280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2801597589273390280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2801597589273390280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/idea.html' title='AN IDEA.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-3045619251367374306</id><published>2008-04-27T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:33:48.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tune Up's 'Bounce'~!</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8Fn2zWjF_Es"&gt;THIS SONG&lt;/a&gt;, AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE MY FRIEND HAPPENED TO PLAY IT IN HIS JEEP THE OTHER NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE 'CARAMELL DANSEN' ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-3045619251367374306?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/3045619251367374306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=3045619251367374306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3045619251367374306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3045619251367374306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/tune-ups-bounce.html' title='Tune Up&apos;s &apos;Bounce&apos;~!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4200973402530674201</id><published>2008-04-21T19:31:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:35:51.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather lengthy and tedious personal entry.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all: I'm going to talk about myself, and there will be pictoral elaboration. &amp;#9734;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I went up to New York City last week with my Spanish class and another Spanish class, and we saw a Spanish-dance show at the Repertorio Espa&amp;#241;ol. We also ate some Cuban cuisine; and by we, I mean people other than myself. I, personally, enjoyed a turkey sandwich and french fries. I HAVE A REASON FOR BEING SO STINGY, THOUGH: I have a wisdom tooth coming in, and it hurts like a beast. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then split up into three groups and wandered around the city. A lot of the girls in my group, though (they're those annoying, "Like, OMG!111!1", I-want-to-beat-them-in-the-face kind of girls) stopped at purse vendors ON EVERY BLOCK. OH MY FRICKIN' LORD. My two friends and I, not to mention all the guys in the group, were pretty fed up by the end of the walk. We did go in this awesome toy-store, though. The escalators there were so amazing, I had to ride them several times. &amp;#9829;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0mVtoZn5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/uPE3nlupoQM/s1600-h/100_1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0mVtoZn5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/uPE3nlupoQM/s320/100_1290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848099896205202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously taken from inside the coach-bus, but I took it to show what a nice day it was. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0nGmpPy1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ts9NMY-UkIA/s1600-h/100_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0nGmpPy1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ts9NMY-UkIA/s320/100_1291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848939834297170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me attempting to be patriotic. (I actually just thought the dusky-sunlight aspect of the scene was aesthetically-pleasing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0n12pPy2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/71HLsJfqyyY/s1600-h/100_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0n12pPy2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/71HLsJfqyyY/s320/100_1303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191849751583116130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image seems very French to me. I love the blooming tree with the fire escapes in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0oYmpPy3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pkP7rjMZcsQ/s1600-h/100_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0oYmpPy3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pkP7rjMZcsQ/s320/100_1327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191850348583570290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;#9829; NY. Especially Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0o5WpPy4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lclhV6Pt7a4/s1600-h/100_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0o5WpPy4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lclhV6Pt7a4/s320/100_1328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191850911224286082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Times Square love. &amp;#9834;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0pXWpPy5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CsAN3LNX6ak/s1600-h/100_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0pXWpPy5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CsAN3LNX6ak/s320/100_1329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191851426620361618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going back up to NYC in two days (on Wednesday) with my Orchestra class, and I'm seeing this musical. I get to miss a practice AP Calc. test that day for this. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0qK2pPy6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iFAOU6XelDQ/s1600-h/100_1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0qK2pPy6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iFAOU6XelDQ/s320/100_1336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191852311383624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pitiful and blurry attempt at snagging a pic. of the Rock Band advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0qv2pPy7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3GW8oIBEFtI/s1600-h/100_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0qv2pPy7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3GW8oIBEFtI/s320/100_1341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191852947038784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get a good shot of the 'America's Next Top Model' poster, though. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0rK2pPy8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dAKbJTPkpJk/s1600-h/100_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0rK2pPy8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dAKbJTPkpJk/s320/100_1337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853410895252418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Laura, wanted a picture (albeit, it's a terrible one) of this Asian guy that could smoke and play the drums AT THE SAME TIME, LOLWHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0rx2pPy9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k4MHC0iloF4/s1600-h/100_1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0rx2pPy9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k4MHC0iloF4/s320/100_1338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854080910150610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this because it represents where I am in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0sNWpPy-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lBWi4XXHMLA/s1600-h/100_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0sNWpPy-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lBWi4XXHMLA/s320/100_1342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854553356553186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockefeller. NO WHAT, THE JAPANESE FLAG IS CENTERED, HOWEVER DID THAT OCCUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0slWpPy_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kGqnQnIZRt8/s1600-h/100_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0slWpPy_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kGqnQnIZRt8/s320/100_1345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854965673413618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this mystical floating apple outside of the toy-store I mentioned earlier. It was pretty epic. (Note Central Park in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0tTGpPzAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1Tx18d72I3M/s1600-h/100_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0tTGpPzAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1Tx18d72I3M/s320/100_1350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191855751652428802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AESTHETICALLY-PLEASING, I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA00kGpPzBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tbLAYI84zIQ/s1600-h/100_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA00kGpPzBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tbLAYI84zIQ/s320/100_1359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191863740291599378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of my program from the Spanish-dance show after I had gotten home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more rural (and random) note, I also have some pics. from a horse farm (hahaha, I'm so technical) that my friend rides at. I went to go pick her up before we went over to our friend's house for a movie&amp;hot-tub night, and while I sat in the car and waited for her (like a pansy, but there was good reason), I snapped some shots of horses: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA01_WpPzCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XdQr7QeStbs/s1600-h/100_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA01_WpPzCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XdQr7QeStbs/s320/100_1282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191865307954662434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I really did sit in the car on a perfectly nice day. WELL, ABOUT THAT. I'd just like to say that, at one point, a group of probably seven full-grown horses rampaged (I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING) at my (dad's) car after what my friend Kristen claimed was an "accident", said "accident" involving A BUNCH OF WILD BEASTS GETTING OUT OF THEIR PENS AND CHARGING THE EXACT AREA WHERE I WAS. I just kinda watched in horror as they flew at the passenger window; good thing they all swerved at the last minute. IT WAS QUITE THE SCARRING EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA03BmpPzDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oe2O3rhGGuY/s1600-h/100_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA03BmpPzDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oe2O3rhGGuY/s320/100_1275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191866446120995890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice, tame, non-rampaging horse-creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, like I said last entry (by the way, rain washed my chalk-message away! oh woe!), my Senior Prom was two nights ago, and it was surprisingly pretty epic. I went date-less, which was a plus in my book. I had gone with a date to previous dances (with my ex-boyfriend, specifically), and I hated the 'little lost puppy' act that he put on. Thus, I decided that to have a truly good time, I would need to go without anyone following me and dance with whomever I wanted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with five of my best girl-friends, and I, personally, know that I had a good time. We went out and had pasta for dinner (I even tried some of my friend Caitlin's escargot, and it was good!). We got to drink sparling cider in the limo and put gospel music on bass! (Please to be catching the sheer mockery present in that last statement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prom itself was at Martin's Eastwind, a really fancy place down near Baltimore. As soon as we got there and through the door, we all rushed to the bathroom (I was basically dying from the need to urinate), and IT WAS THE FANCIEST BATHROOM I HAD EVER SEEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, the DJ was pretty freakin' awesome. Of course, he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; play 'Soulja Boy', which was stupid and inevitable, but he played some awesome songs to make up for it. HE ACTUALLY PLAYED SOME DAFT PUNK. I could've cried from sheer joy. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=K0HSD_i2DvA"&gt;'Around the World&lt;/a&gt;' is even one of my favorite Daft Punk songs! He also played '&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PSYxT9GM0fQ"&gt;Sandstorm&lt;/a&gt;', a freakin' UNBELIEVABLY STELLAR techno song. I danced like a fiend to this one. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even, uh, uhm, &lt;em&gt;grinded&lt;/em&gt; for the first time (I normally scorn this activity). 0_o It wasn't really my choice, though. I was boppin' to the beat by myself at one point, and my friend basically pulled me on top of him. This was where I remained for pretty much the rest of the night, and I can say I actually enjoyed myself. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when our designated Prom slow song came on, my close friend Laura and I ran wildly out into the lobby to fetch our friends Caitlin and Alyssa (I don't know why they were out there...) We have all been best friends since seventh grade (five years now), and so we all danced in a square-orgy-thing, hahahaha, to the slow song. :DV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to grinding. :D :D :D We even had a nine-person line at one point, AND THE CAMERA-CREW FILMING EVERYTHING CAUGHT THIS SPECTACLE, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO WATCH THAT MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's two pics. of the four of us who have been friends for five years, one from New Year's Eve (spent in Baltimore's Inner Harbor) and one from the actual day of Prom outside of our friend Stacey's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA08WWpPzEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YdHQpyZepbc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA08WWpPzEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YdHQpyZepbc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872300161420354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us standing on top of Federal Hill with Baltimore's Inner Harbor sky-line in the background. :D Order from left to right: Laura, Me, Alyssa, Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA09CWpPzFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1DYOR4JMHU0/s1600-h/P1000582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA09CWpPzFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1DYOR4JMHU0/s320/P1000582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191873056075664466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made sure to line up in the same order. :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostagically enough, several times throughout the night, I kept looking up into the mirror above the dance floor and marveling at how I still looked exactly like I did when I was four years-old. &amp;#9825;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an After-Prom Party at our town's athletic club from one until five in the morning. I basically wandered around talking to various friends and cohorts, tried to comprehend the various gambling games set up on the indoor track, played a little Rock Band, wrote some thank-you letters to sponsors, ate a doughnut, repeatedly ran at one of those velcro-walls in a full-body velcro-suit, stumbled down to the pool area and sat near the hot-tub, and then attempted to stay awake. I tried to earn a lot of tickets to put into the WIN A CAR bin, but I didn't win. EVEN THOUGH I EVENTUALLY PUT ABOUT THIRTY TICKETS IN FOR IT. D: D: D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even skipped school today to catch up on my sleep. And instead of doing anything shocking, I TOOK COLLEGE PLACEMENT TESTS, ME LITTLE REBEL ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. AND BECAUSE THIS ENTRY CAN'T POSSIBLY GET ANY LONGER, HAVE A DOSE OF THE 'LUCKY STAR' OPENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViEH57xQu1c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViEH57xQu1c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marathoned this show within a span of three days over winter break, and absolutely nothing happened in the plot the entire time. :D :D :D It was quite the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4200973402530674201?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4200973402530674201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4200973402530674201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4200973402530674201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4200973402530674201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/rather-lengthy-and-tedious-personal.html' title='A rather lengthy and tedious personal entry.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SA0mVtoZn5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/uPE3nlupoQM/s72-c/100_1290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8474879215396647716</id><published>2008-04-19T12:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:32:58.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom is today....</title><content type='html'>Other than that, look what I drew in my driveway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SAobBdoZn4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2Ak8xlBAo2c/s1600-h/100_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SAobBdoZn4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2Ak8xlBAo2c/s320/100_1373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190991232445816706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see it, but I drew a large peace sign with the word 'peace' under it, and then 'peace' written around this in eight other languages (Russian, Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, French, German, Italian, and Korean). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a little liberal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8474879215396647716?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8474879215396647716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8474879215396647716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8474879215396647716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8474879215396647716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/prom-is-today.html' title='Prom is today....'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/SAobBdoZn4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2Ak8xlBAo2c/s72-c/100_1373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7327079950257866986</id><published>2008-04-16T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:58:27.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at a quandry.</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether or not /b/ has taken things too far with &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Mitchell_Henderson"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel like a terrible person for laughing at some of those pictures, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7327079950257866986?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7327079950257866986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7327079950257866986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7327079950257866986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7327079950257866986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-at-quandry.html' title='I&apos;m at a quandry.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2205608850597827781</id><published>2008-04-12T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:39:16.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>♡!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFAwgXhGU2k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFAwgXhGU2k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what I had been waiting for! &amp;#9834;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has always been completely and utterly awesome, and now I love the PV! I liked the dance well enough, but my thoughts on the PV as a whole (mainly the various members' amount of shots, or lack thereof) were iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I ordered this single! I even got the edition with the Studio Shot Version (Limited Edition B), which looks like it'll be awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from writing this (approximately a seven-hour break), and now I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post a lot more about this PV (it's definitely in my top 5 of Momusu PVs, maybe even my top 3!), but it's so late, so I'll just say a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koharu was SO impressive. I loved her interview parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really fits Reina and Aika. I think it suits them the most. Their night-scenes were the most effective, in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially loved how the "Help me! Help me! Help me..." lines (near the end) were played, and the PV showed only Reina's face; it seemed to imply that while she was staring the camera in the eye (read: lens), inside, she was crying out for help. I think that this PV portrays all the girls as being full of a "resounding sadness", but they keep up a facade. The end shows all of them standing and just staring at the camera, and I love that part. It shows that while walking, waiting for the train, eating with friends, working out, being at an amusement park with friends, getting a ride home, and even being interviewed and featured in the spotlight, a person can feel an echoing despair inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this PV. Like I said, I always loved the song and the dance, but now I love how the studio-version dance is interchanged with the original dance-version, and the lonely shots of all of the members more than give off the essence of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Reina even smirks at the end before walking off, almost like she may feel all of this sadness, but the last thing she'll ever do is show it, despite the inward calls for help, much less show it to the person watching the PV. She's going to continue keeping up the facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this PV so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should mark a new generation in Momusu's history. &amp;#9733;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2205608850597827781?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2205608850597827781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2205608850597827781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2205608850597827781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2205608850597827781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-exactly-what-i-had-been-waiting.html' title='&amp;#9825;!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5516867175954506503</id><published>2008-04-09T22:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:37:26.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior M AND MY DEEP CONFUSION.</title><content type='html'>Let's clear this out of the way: I'm not an Only13-fangirl-obsessive-psycho-creature&amp;#8482;, but I do have some sentiments toward the thirteen members that I have come to think of as Super Junior. I've got nothing against Henry and this Zhou Mi kid, but it feels kinda weird seeing these two acting as members of Super Junior (rather than Henry acting in 'Don't Don' as merely the "violin kid").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where the I-guess-but-maybe-not-really-I-might-just-be-biased-toward-the-original-'U'-"cast" feeling of "hate" came from; it's not really grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MvJGj2rTB9c"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is one of the absolutely &lt;em&gt;hottest&lt;/em&gt; things I have seen in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song:&lt;br /&gt;The song sounds the same, obviously, as it's a cover, and Ryeowook and KyuHyun were added to Super Junior M most likely because of their voices. They sound stellar, and it seems that the two of them (and maybe DongHae) get the abundance of lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShiWon and Hankyung get the first and second solos, respectively, just like in the original, which is awesome. Then Ryeowook gets his solo, and then I stopped caring really about the distribution. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know KyuHyun took HeeChul's solo, which he executed nicely and all, but...he's no HeeChul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, MANDARIN. I DON'T SPEAK IT, BUT I KNOW SOMEONE THAT DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MV:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; the black&amp;white! The ceiling/floor in the dance-shot is kinda odd, but it's also still cool nonetheless. Sometimes, it looks like the setting is an airport, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved the use of mirrors to increase the aesthetic value of basically anything, and it works here very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both versions of 'U' have random girls (well, somewhat random) in them, but in this one, THE GIRL IS INTERACTED WITH, WUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the hordes of fangirls in that the hands-on-shoulder swivel-move line at the end is pretty epic. At least, it's boyband epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanGeng/HanKyung - I thought this would be &lt;em&gt;his MV&lt;/em&gt;, being the Chinese SuJu member and all, but DongHae, Ryeowook, and KyuHyun appear more than he does. D: However, in my opinion, he ties for hottest/most charismatic here. He is the first one shown entirely, and he gets a dance solo! His first black&amp;white shot at the beginning is also amazing. I love his expression when he whips his head around at :11-:12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShiWon: Eh, he's always been kinda mediocre for me, and he's mediocre to me here, too. I mean, he's cool and all, but he doesn't really stick out. He does get the first line, though, just like in the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RyeoWook: He looks like such a baby here! I know he's the baby of SuJu and all, and maybe it's the hair-style, but seriously. He looks like he could break. His voice is completely fantastic, though, and he carries out all his difficult lines while looking like an angel the entire time (3:04-:05, for instance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KyuHyun: He sings marvelously, and he gets a lot of shots, but, like ShiWon, he doesn't really stand out to me. I can't explain why. I was just kinda like "Oh, there's KyuHyun. Ryeowook looks cute. KyuHyun again. DONGHAE. Oh, Kyuhyun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DongHae: Easily my favorite in this MV. I'm slightly biased, but so what. &gt;:D He looks, dare I say it, &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; here. I also love his rap (he raps second (originally KiBum's), Zhou Mi is first); when did his voice get so deep?! He ties with HanKyung for the most charismatic (you tell me that 1:18-:25 isn't just oozing charisma!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: YAY, VIOLIN KID. He gets a violin solo here (which is rockin'), and he sings really well! He's also very, very adorable (3:38)! I think he has a lot of potential, but I don't know how he should, uh, fulfill said potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhou Mi: I don't really know a lot about this kid. Not to sound rude (not like I already haven't before though, haha), but this guy is pretty fugly. He sings/raps well, but his eyes scare me. His overall face scares me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, ahem-hem, AWESOME, I LOVE IT, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE NEXT ENDEAVOURS OF SUPER JUNIOR M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET. Nothing can really compare to the original 'U'. I guess it's this way with all covers (I kinda liked H.O.T's 'Haengbok' more than SuJu's, even), and I always have liked the original better than any sequel in regard to movies and books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original 'U' was the first Super Junior MV I ever saw (after I typed 'Super Junior' into the DailyMotion search and clicked the first thing that came up), and I loved it DESPITE ITS EXTREMELY TYPICAL BOYBAND AURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember scanning YouTube comments (there. were. thousands. my. lanta.) to specifically find out who the girly boy with the tarot card was that I had fallen in love with upon my very first viewing (it was HeeChul, obviously!), and it all went downhill, or uphill, whichever, from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, the original, because it holds a super-special place in my fangirl heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSVuVuV3KMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSVuVuV3KMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot just how much I enjoy eyeliner!KiBum's presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5516867175954506503?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5516867175954506503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5516867175954506503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5516867175954506503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5516867175954506503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-junior-m-and-my-deep-confusion.html' title='Super Junior M AND MY DEEP CONFUSION.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5154540558843370614</id><published>2008-04-08T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:27:11.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEE.</title><content type='html'>THIS. CLIP. WILL. NEVER. GET. OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOrIG1u_zsQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOrIG1u_zsQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I wish to infiltrate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2channel"&gt;2ch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: SUPER JUNIOR M, WUT. This new 'U' MV (now in Chinese!) has developed a love/hate relationship with me. I'M A CONFUSED FANGIRL RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5154540558843370614?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5154540558843370614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5154540558843370614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5154540558843370614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5154540558843370614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/squee.html' title='SQUEE.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1308411277592972391</id><published>2008-04-07T16:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:56:05.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calculus homework.</title><content type='html'>It deeply bores me, so while trying to finish it, &lt;a href="http://www.familywatchdog.us/"&gt;I look up sex offenders online&lt;/a&gt; to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of child molestors in my area. One guy even was caught dealing in child pornography. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly more upbeat note, I also distracted myself from this load of asinine Calc. homework by jumping and flailing around for my brother. He is going to make a video after the style of the AWESOME SLOW-MO WORK of &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/arashi%2Bstep%2Band%2Bgo/video/x4b71i_arashi-step-and-go_music"&gt;Arashi's 'Step&amp;Go' PV&lt;/a&gt;. I flailed around in the house, kicking and punching the air, and my brother's outside now jumping off trees and the like. I KNOW HE HARBORS A LOVE FOR JPOP, IT'S JUST LATENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even got footage of our cat flying through the air, courtesy of my throwing him (read: basically flinging him directly after waking him up from a nap) onto the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he can slow all this stuff like in Arashi's video. I HOPE HE CAN, even though it won't be high-res. The slow-mo shots were what I loved about this PV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SIMPLY CANNOT GET OVER THE FACT THAT AIBA (green sweater, for those who don't know) LOOKS JUST LIKE MY KOREAN FRIEND. IT'S SO UNCANNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1308411277592972391?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1308411277592972391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1308411277592972391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1308411277592972391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1308411277592972391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/calculus-homework.html' title='Calculus homework.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-9076748367469045071</id><published>2008-04-03T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:09:04.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2avdf289OY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2avdf289OY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-9076748367469045071?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/9076748367469045071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=9076748367469045071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9076748367469045071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9076748367469045071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1312243353657526231</id><published>2008-04-01T20:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:33:05.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT.</title><content type='html'>If I were a guy (and Korean), I would want to look just like DongHae and act just like HeeChul, both of whom are from SuJu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=t333uL5AbMA&amp;feature=related"&gt;this MV&lt;/a&gt;, these two pwn the universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DongHae starts off the song (he's at the very front at the extreme start; the first one focused on entirely, and he's wearing dark clothes), and he's seen several times throughout the whole thing; I follow him the most, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then there's HeeChul. My frickin' FAVORITE SuJu member from Day One. He sings at :57, which starts off the second verse. Then, he also starts off the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; verse, and he sticks his tongue out. HE IS SUCH A CAMERA-WHORE, BOTH VIDEO AND NORMAL, AND I WISH I COULD TRAVEL TO KOREA AND FIND HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say it wouldnt't be awesome to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; him as well. Or at least have that awesome personality, as a I mentioned before. HE PUTS ON THE PANDA HEAD AT THE END AFTER BASICALLY RIPPING IT FORCEFULLY OFF OF (SPOILER---&gt;) LEETEUK'S (&lt;---SPOILER) HEAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the MV is funny because SungMin in that red thing amuses me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Korean children dancing outside of a school to promote a movie about school-boys and feces, that I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1312243353657526231?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1312243353657526231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1312243353657526231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1312243353657526231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1312243353657526231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/04/urgent.html' title='URGENT.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7203262981829703184</id><published>2008-03-31T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:24:38.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my new favorite songs! ♬</title><content type='html'>After the hype of Big Bang's 'Last Farewell', in my own world, at least, I have discovered &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Lxxq2WNdPeA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; Goto Maki song. I know she's in California now and has quit H!P; this was the first track on her last album as an H!P soloist, AND I JUST FOUND IT. There's no PV or anything, but the song still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, its title is really cool, in my opinion. I wish I could find an English translation somewhere, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. And! &lt;em&gt;My brother likes this song&lt;/em&gt;. He claims to hate all things JPop (except for some select stuff), so I take this as a justification for my new-found adoration. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7203262981829703184?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7203262981829703184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7203262981829703184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7203262981829703184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7203262981829703184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-my-new-favorite-songs.html' title='One of my new favorite songs! &amp;#9836;'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-551634615080767287</id><published>2008-03-28T12:40:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:29:08.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been quite busy lately.</title><content type='html'>It's my spring break, but there's still so much to do! &amp;#9835;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stole these buttons from Hello!Online because I really wanted to put them here (lots of credit to &lt;strong&gt;krazyassgamer&lt;/strong&gt; from Hello!Online). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hAy9jejI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DJya7YAwbpA/s1600-h/gallery_50990_196_8848.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hAy9jejI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DJya7YAwbpA/s320/gallery_50990_196_8848.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835043736975922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hLy9jekI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Au-fINVQSKc/s1600-h/gallery_50990_196_38736.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hLy9jekI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Au-fINVQSKc/s320/gallery_50990_196_38736.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835232715536962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hpi9jelI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EjcqPh1Nc6s/s1600-h/gallery_50990_196_58213.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hpi9jelI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EjcqPh1Nc6s/s320/gallery_50990_196_58213.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182835743816645202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wiki.theppn.org/Mano_Erina"&gt;Mano Erina&lt;/a&gt;, or Manoeri as she's known to fans, was simply a Hello!Project Egg, which is kinda like the equivalent of Johnny's Juniors, except Eggs are more shoved in the back. She got a chance to shine and actually be involved in something when she was one of the Eggs chosen to be in &lt;a href="http://wiki.theppn.org/Ongaku_Gatas"&gt;Ongaku Gatas&lt;/a&gt;, the H!P futsal unit; there were big-name acts in this unit, like Yoshizawa Hitomi, Ishikawa Rika, and Konno Asami, all who had been members of Momusu before. Two singles have so far been released by this group, &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v10066044kFEA7Mq?searchId=4102782833794218521&amp;rank=13"&gt;'Narihajimeta Koi no BELL'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v1507979mCSncxAm?searchId=4102782833794218812&amp;rank=9"&gt;'Yattarouze!'&lt;/a&gt; (I personally love both of these songs; 'Narihajimeta Koi no BELL' made me want a cape, and I've been singing 'Yattarouze!' around the house all morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manoeri was featured as one of the prominent Eggs in these PVs (in 'Narihajimeta Koi no BELL', she first sings around 1:22, and in 'Yattarouze!', she first sings around :44), and this is where I first noticed her. I kinda liked her, but didn't really care at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was suddenly announced that Manoeri was going to become a soloist; she's only sixteen! I was very surprised by this, but I took more interest in Manoeri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now. I have those buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are hating on her, saying that she's too young, yada yada yada, but seriously. Koharu's a frickin' soloist, and she's younger than Manoeri. Matsuura Aya started her solo career when she was only fourteen, and Goto Maki started her career sometime around Manoeri's age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, (obviously) for one, support Manoeri. She may not be the best singer or dancer, but I think she has the most potential, and that's why she was graduated from Ongaku Gatas so early to become a soloist. With training, she'll &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; be the best singer, dancer, and overall performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we're around the same age; she'll be seventeen in April, and I'll be eighteen in June. It's kinda cool to see someone your own age get such a big chance. &amp;#9733;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to the next Goto Maki! I think Manoeri is following in Gocchin's footsteps (she even looks like her, in a way!), but there is something very unique about this up-and-coming star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what she does in the future. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: On a slightly random note, I pre-ordered Momusu's 'Resonant Blue' Limited Edition B from YesAsia a few days ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-551634615080767287?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/551634615080767287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=551634615080767287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/551634615080767287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/551634615080767287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-quite-busy-lately.html' title='Been quite busy lately.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-0hAy9jejI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DJya7YAwbpA/s72-c/gallery_50990_196_8848.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8451212196136101344</id><published>2008-03-23T21:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:44:20.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAW THE CIRCUS TODAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-cLkS9jeiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BCurphXY89s/s1600-h/100_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-cLkS9jeiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BCurphXY89s/s320/100_1225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181122614506256930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even captured vids. of the tigers and the human cannonballs. &amp;#9834;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. &amp;#9825;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this excellent Super Junior pimp-post on LiveJournal. I shall &lt;a href="http://partaken.livejournal.com/20337.html"&gt;link to it&lt;/a&gt; because it's just that stellar; credit to both &lt;strong&gt;partaken&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;meitachi&lt;/strong&gt; at LiveJournal. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT? SUJU'S HANGENG/HANKYUNG IS GOING TO CARRY THE TORCH IN THE BEIJING '08 OLYMPICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that always said pretty boys never amount to anything can suck on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Random, but I found a &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=121249"&gt;Momusu member personality quiz&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this: &lt;em&gt;Which Morning Musume Member Are You? &lt;br /&gt;You scored as a Kamei Eri &lt;br /&gt;You are most like Kamei Eri! She joined Momusu in the 6th generation, along with Michishige Sayumi and Tanaka Reina. She was very shy at first, but has since blossomed into a funny, sweet individual.  &lt;br /&gt;Yoshizawa Hitomi   &lt;br /&gt; 88%  &lt;br /&gt;Kamei Eri   &lt;br /&gt; 88%  &lt;br /&gt;Mitsui Aika   &lt;br /&gt; 81%  &lt;br /&gt;Niigaki Risa   &lt;br /&gt; 75%  &lt;br /&gt;Fujimoto Miki   &lt;br /&gt; 50%  &lt;br /&gt;Tanaka Reina   &lt;br /&gt; 50%  &lt;br /&gt;Kusumi Koharu   &lt;br /&gt; 50%  &lt;br /&gt;Michishige Sayumi.   &lt;br /&gt; 38%  &lt;br /&gt;Takahashi Ai   &lt;br /&gt; 38%  &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied, I guess, for Yossie and Eri, but at the quiz's end, it asked which of the two statements presented was more true. One had to have been Yossie's and the other Eri's, which is why they have the same percentage, but I'm the most like Eri because I said the Eri statement was more true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8451212196136101344?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8451212196136101344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8451212196136101344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8451212196136101344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8451212196136101344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-circus-today.html' title='I SAW THE CIRCUS TODAY.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R-cLkS9jeiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BCurphXY89s/s72-c/100_1225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7428457829480279530</id><published>2008-03-22T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:29:57.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think my mind just exploded.</title><content type='html'>There is a game, it's called 'Second Life', and I happened to be looking at a guide in the book-store the other day for it because it reminded me of 'The Sims'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I discover that Berryz Koubou's 'Dschingis Khan' PV &lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=-hDakLvfASE"&gt;makes a cameo&lt;/a&gt; in some version or other of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE. THE CHARACTERS. &lt;em&gt;THEY DANCE LIKE THE BERRYZ&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is the game where furries originated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to make of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7428457829480279530?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7428457829480279530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7428457829480279530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7428457829480279530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7428457829480279530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-my-mind-just-exploded.html' title='I think my mind just exploded.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8237594614806095620</id><published>2008-03-22T13:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:23:29.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More JPop ranting lies ahead.</title><content type='html'>I know that I shouldn't get emotional over things like this, but I do. :3 It's probably because, for God only knows what reason, I like Hello!Project so much (seeing as they're my favorite Japanese girl-group factory, with AKB48 rising as a close second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time for some pointless ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fans know and normal people don't, Dohhh!Up recently released the newest version, the 2008 version, of the Hello!Project All Stars song 'All for One &amp; One for All' performed in concert. It made me very nostalgic (even though I don't really have a right to be; I wasn't a fan in 2004, when the original version was produced) because of just how many holes there are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original 2004 version with subs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTboNeXBC6k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTboNeXBC6k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song introduces members in chronological order, based on when they joined Hello!Project. I'm stealing a guide from the YouTube comments that shows the entrance of the various groups and Momusu generations in order (note: Momusu was only up to sixth gen. by this point; that means no Koharu, Aika, JunJun, or LinLin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said guide, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Celedam&lt;/strong&gt; at YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:14 — MM First Gen&lt;br /&gt;00:25 — MM Second Gen&lt;br /&gt;00:32 — Ayaka (Coconuts), Maki Goto (MM Third), Atsuko Inaba&lt;br /&gt;00:37 — Melon Kinenbi, Asami Kimura (Country)&lt;br /&gt;00:51 — MM Fourth Gen / W&lt;br /&gt;00:59 — Yuki Maeda, Aya Matsuura&lt;br /&gt;01:03 — MM Fifth Gen&lt;br /&gt;01:10 — Miki Fujimoto (MM Sixth), Mai Satoda (Country)&lt;br /&gt;01:31 — C-ute (H!P Kids)&lt;br /&gt;01:38 — Berryz Koubou (H!P Kids)&lt;br /&gt;01:45 — MM Sixth Gen&lt;br /&gt;01:49 — Miuna (Country), v-u-den &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the original, there are some holes due to graduations, etc.. In first gen., there's no Fukuda Asuka or Ishiguro Aya, and in second gen., there's no Ichii Sayaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the recent 2008 version (no subs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RopIaM08xEE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RopIaM08xEE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are obviously several differences here. I shall list them because it's oh-so necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Iida Kaori is now missing from the first gen.; only Nakazawa Yuko and Abe Natsumi are left.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THERE IS NO GOTO MAKI. Which means, consequently, THIRD GEN. IS NON-EXISTENT. In my opinion, Gocchin was one of the strongest presences, if not the strongest, in this entire spectacle. Something is definitely lost as a result. Notice how the camera doesn't focus on the soloists as a unit here, only separately; it's because it would look awkward without Gocchin leading the other two up to the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not bitter, wut.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fourth gen. is only half-complete. Honestly, this one breaks my heart. Yoshizawa Hitomi and Ishikawa Rika come out, alone. THERE IS NO TSUJIKAGO. These two still manage to keep up the awesomeness that was/is fourth gen. here, but, once again, something's definitely missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've died if these two had left a wide gap between them and put their arms around air or something; not that that would've happened. Just sayin.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fifth gen. is also only half-complete. Ai and Risa come out alone, when, WHAT, YOU ASK. KONNO IS IN THIS PERF. AS WELL, SHE'S OFF TO AI'S LEFT AT THIS POINT. I, AS A FAN, AM EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED THAT KONNO DID NOT COME OUT WITH AI AND RISA. She sings the fifth gen. lines with them, but it's not the same if they don't frolick out together.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~No Fujimoto Miki. Satoda Mai sings alone.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Berryz Koubou, in green, is one less; no Ishimura Maiha.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~C-ute, in pink, still has seven members. However, Murakami Megumi has graduated and Arihara Kanna has joined.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I know it's not part of the original version, but Koharu should've had a solo seventh gen. line. Similarly, Aika, JunJun, and LinLin should've had an eighth gen. line. They all prance out behind sixth gen. and the two-thirds of Biyuuden during their solo lines, so I know they're there.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Of course, the true solo lines are different. Yossie gets Aibon's solo (I approve of this), Reina gets Gocchin's, Eri gets Tsuji's, and Ai gets Mikitty's.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think it's only appropriate that Yuko starts the "Thank You!" at the end, consdering she was Momusu's first leader and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my rant is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8237594614806095620?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8237594614806095620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8237594614806095620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8237594614806095620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8237594614806095620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-jpop-ranting-lies-ahead.html' title='More JPop ranting lies ahead.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1081790770549261177</id><published>2008-03-20T19:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:55:15.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang's 'Last Farewell'. ♪</title><content type='html'>I have basically been listening to this non-stop. I posted the link in the entry where I talked about my personal music choices for school dances, AND I HAVE NOT STOPPED LISTENING TO IT SINCE. &amp;#9825;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I downloaded it, put it on my iPod, and then promptly listened to it several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before school, I walk around the house with my headphones in (trying to actually wake up), and this morning, I covered between eight and ten listens to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO ADDICTED TO IT, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my Korean friend's opinion on this song; we played Super Junior's 'Don't Don' in his car last week, and he actually liked it! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'LAST FAREWELL' IS TOO AWESOME TO BE IGNORED, SO HERE'S &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zGgPeAew_T0"&gt;THE LINK &lt;/a&gt;AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell any of the members apart, though, but merely from listening to the song, I think I like G-Dragon(?)/the one that yells "Yes! Big Bang is back! Most definitely! Incredible!" when the true music starts up (if that's all the same member, I can't even tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to learn, though, I'm sure I could. Telling Super Junior apart is now a breeze for me, but it took me maybe a month to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1081790770549261177?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1081790770549261177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1081790770549261177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1081790770549261177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1081790770549261177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-bangs-last-farewell.html' title='Big Bang&apos;s &apos;Last Farewell&apos;. &amp;#9834;'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1388928317700586119</id><published>2008-03-18T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:19:36.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a conundrum!</title><content type='html'>The circus leaves Baltimore this coming Sunday, and suddenly, it's the only thing in the world I really want to see right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET TO THIS CIRCUS OR DIE IN THE PROCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT A JOKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1388928317700586119?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1388928317700586119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1388928317700586119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1388928317700586119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1388928317700586119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-conundrum.html' title='What a conundrum!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2286756531902482189</id><published>2008-03-17T21:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:59:07.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>I have decided that at any given time I am either extremely happy externally while being a seething b-i-t-c-h internally or extremely happy internally while being a seething b-i-t-c-h externally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the default option: I simply have constant PMS, and I'm essentially harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I appear to be having an identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tide everything over while I'm out of business, here's HeeChul shopped as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R98g-CeO7sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prINCWRNuHs/s1600-h/HEECHUL+WOMAN+OMG+AJSHDLKSAJD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R98g-CeO7sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prINCWRNuHs/s320/HEECHUL+WOMAN+OMG+AJSHDLKSAJD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894346687016642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much of a difference, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2286756531902482189?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2286756531902482189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2286756531902482189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2286756531902482189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2286756531902482189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R98g-CeO7sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prINCWRNuHs/s72-c/HEECHUL+WOMAN+OMG+AJSHDLKSAJD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6050854312815968951</id><published>2008-03-17T18:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:54:04.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'arc en Ciel's 'Ready, Steady, GO!'~!</title><content type='html'>Back in the day (oh, almost four years ago now), I fell in love with this song because it was the opening that played on AdultSwim for 'Fullmetal Alchemist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later (read: merely a few minutes ago), I decided to look up the real music video with English subtitles because I had been randomly belting this song out while attempting to work on my &lt;em&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;/em&gt; journal, and I wanted to know what the lyrics meant (no, for some reason, I still was not too sure after all of these years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I discovered that the English translation for this song has lyrics that would've been &lt;em&gt;absolutely perfect&lt;/em&gt; to describe one's feelings in the midst of a Cross-Country meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Cross-Country season ended in October/November! D: I'm also a senior, so I won't be able to run it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song would've fit so well, had I bothered to look up the lyrics any sooner. Drat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eImllaHg7ME&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eImllaHg7ME&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, OH. Today was Orchestra Festival, and my orchestra and I got straight 1s as our performance grades from the judges! On a 1-5 scale, 1 is superior! I am so ecstatic; I feel so accomplished. We may even get to go on to States like last year! OH RAPTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Oh man, because of this whole 'Ready Steady GO!' escapade, I've been watching 'FMA' openings and endings, and they get me so nostalgic I COULD CRY. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I even so much as THINK ABOUT the 'Hikaru no Go' openings and endings, I may curl into a ball and bawl in a dark corner, wishing for my youth back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I'm only seventeen now, BUT I USED TO WATCH THIS ALL WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN AND FIFTEEN AND THINK I WAS OLD. Time moves so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit again: I CAN'T EVEN FATHOM THE 'INUYASHA' OPENINGS, THEN! MUCH LESS THE 'YU YU HAKUSHO' ONES FROM WHEN I WAS A WEE TOT AND JUST STARTING TO LIKE ANIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit once more: Ahahaha, yes! My brother just told me which Momusu member he thinks I look like from the 'Resonant Blue' PV! Conversation goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Resonant Blue' PV: &lt;em&gt;begins playing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: Okay, so tell me which one I look like. :D &lt;br /&gt;Sean: &lt;em&gt;sighs, but watches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: &lt;em&gt;inwardly beams...and outwardly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: You always look like the same one to me...&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: &lt;em&gt;rubs hands together conspiratorially&lt;/em&gt; Yes, yes, go on.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: But I can only see three here.&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: I KNOW. ISN'T IT TERRIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;Sean: They're only focusing on the ones with the white shirts...&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: SEE, SEE, I WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: You don't look like those three.&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: THANK THE LORD.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Oh, I see the one!&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: &lt;em&gt;gesticulates wildly to "back dancers"&lt;/em&gt; Which one?!&lt;br /&gt;Sean: That one!&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: &lt;em&gt;stops hand&lt;/em&gt; YES, I KNEW I LOOKED LIKE THE MOST LIKE RISA. HAHAHAHA, I WIN.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Now, you have to watch the 'White Stripes' for me.&lt;br /&gt;Alyson: FINE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now I am happy. I may be a vain b-i-t-c-h, but I'm a content vain b-i-t-c-h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, '200-Pound Beauty'; I am watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit from a few months in the future: Dang, it looks like the L'arc en Ciel vid. is unavailable now, and I can't find another with subtitles. D: D: D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6050854312815968951?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6050854312815968951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6050854312815968951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6050854312815968951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6050854312815968951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/larc-en-ciels-ready-steady-go.html' title='L&apos;arc en Ciel&apos;s &apos;Ready, Steady, GO!&apos;~!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2851533640641556374</id><published>2008-03-16T20:08:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:52:17.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to test HTML codes, and this will probably fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♠&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♣&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edit: THIS HAS NEVER WORKED FOR ME BEFORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;π&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;★&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;∞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2851533640641556374?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2851533640641556374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2851533640641556374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2851533640641556374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2851533640641556374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-trying-to-test-html-codes-and-this.html' title='I&apos;m trying to test HTML codes, and this will probably fail.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-3810444985842348495</id><published>2008-03-16T18:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:01:55.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite my somewhat negative commentary...</title><content type='html'>...I cannot stop watching the 'Resonant Blue' PV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be in Momusu so that I could be in PVs like this, BUT I'M NOT JAPANESE (or even Asian, at that), OH WOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hold hope for my children, who will be an American (read: Irish/Austrian/German/other random European blood) and Thai mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Momusu will have expanded into the entirety of Asia by that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES. The PV will not stop playing on my computer; I've even downloaded a version with English subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: I've been trying to get my brother to tell me which member I look like (OF THE ONES THAT WE CAN ACTUALLY PICK OUT, THAT IS) in this PV (because I'm a vain whore, yay!), and whenever I start to play it, he leaves. He likes Momusu, but he hates when I play the "Which one do I look like!??1111!?" game with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets very tiring when he shuns me, but I'm used to it. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, unJpop-related, fun fact: My cat just spazzed off of a chair in the kitchen, crashed into a basket, which unceremoniously followed him down the stairs, then he promptly smacked into the front outer-door, which opened because of the force at which he hit it, then this lovely ball of sunshine ricocheted down the rest of the stairs with wide eyes and a tail with the circumference of a standard-size baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-3810444985842348495?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/3810444985842348495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=3810444985842348495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3810444985842348495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3810444985842348495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/despite-my-somewhat-negative-commentary.html' title='Despite my somewhat negative commentary...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-664943350432043348</id><published>2008-03-16T01:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:10:52.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed so much today.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I helped my younger brother and his friends film a project for their English class. There was much lulz involved. I can't even explain it, but sometimes ninth-grade boys can be really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I went out tonight with my friends to see 'Horton Hears a Who'. That movie was downright hilarious. I am SO GLAD that we caught it in time because it was the last show of the night, and we were ten/fifteen minutes late. We missed only some of the previews though (there's going to be an 'Ice Age' movie involving dinosaurs in 2009!; we did catch that preview).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears and completely incoherent by the end of this movie originally meant for kids, and I'm a cynical teenager (kinda, but not really)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEE THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I arrived home half an hour after midnight, and my brother showed me the final (read: edited) version of the movie for his English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever genuinely laughed so much in one day before; the Ides of March '08 was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-664943350432043348?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/664943350432043348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=664943350432043348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/664943350432043348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/664943350432043348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-laughed-so-much-today.html' title='I laughed so much today.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7872479689225370350</id><published>2008-03-14T17:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:15:51.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So. I was sitting here taking a 'Yaoi-Level Selector' quiz...</title><content type='html'>...and then my mother walks in the house from work and tells me that she's about to make my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Eh????" and didn't really move because my head hurt real badly, and I just told my mom to come in my room and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I figured out that I GOT THE HUMANITIES SCHOLARSHIP TO UMBC, AND I HAD REALLY WANTED THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING, AND I AM SO, SO, SO EXCITED NOW, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SCREAM IT TO THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A &lt;em&gt;FULL SCHOLARSHIP&lt;/em&gt;. SLDKSJFL;KASJD. I KNEW THAT MY INTERVIEW WENT WELL, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY I COULD BURST; TODAY HAS BEEN SUCH A GOOD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the whole head-ache thing, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERTHELESS, I AM DYING OF JOY. I NEED TO CALL MY GRANDMOTHER AND SQUEE, SHE LIKES THIS STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pi(e) Day~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7872479689225370350?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7872479689225370350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7872479689225370350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7872479689225370350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7872479689225370350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-was-sitting-here-taking-yaoi-level.html' title='So. I was sitting here taking a &apos;Yaoi-Level Selector&apos; quiz...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6037902459142127664</id><published>2008-03-13T16:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:35:33.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momusu's 'Resonant Blue' PV...</title><content type='html'>Edit: What follows is an extremely biased review. I am quite aware that I am over-the-top biased (don't mean to offend, but I'm not an Ai, Reina, or Koharu fan, so...), and I say some things here that are unnecessary, but hey. It was my personal review, and I tend to exaggerate...a lot. I'm also aware that Tsunku writes and produces everything Momusu-related, but because of my over-the-top bias, I kinda ignore that fact. I deeply respect all three of the leads in this song/PV, and I appreciate all that they have done and will do for Momusu and Momusu's popularity, but like I said, I exaggerate when I'm fed-up/disappointed with certain things, and I come off a lot meaner than I meant to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, carry on, if you wish. Just be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out, and it can be found &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/Morning+-+Resonant/video/x4p6bz_pv-morning-musume-resonant-blue_music"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reserve my final judgments for later; Tsunku claims that there will be another version of this PV released. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a bit early for an H!P PV to be released, so I pray that this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge qualm with this dance-shot-only (it seems) PV; FIND THE ENTRY WITH MY MOMUSU FAVORITES BANNER. CAREFULLY EXAMINE THE THREE COMING IN DEAD-LAST. THEN CAREFULLY EXAMINE THE THREE LEADS IN THIS PV (AKA THE THREE WITH SOME TYPE OF WHITE IN THEIR CLOTHING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM SO SADDENED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A TERRIBLE DAY WHEN &lt;em&gt;FREAKIN' KUSUMI KOHARU&lt;/em&gt; IS MY FAVORITE OUT OF THE FRONT GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina and Ai's voices are nice and all, BUT IT'S SO BORING HEARING THEM OVER AND OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PRACTICALLY THE AI-REINA-KOHARU TRIO WITH SIX BACK-UP DANCERS THAT ARE SIGNIFICANTLY MORE AWESOME THAN THOSE IN THE TRIO ITSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to try and take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The song is completely awesome (despite the bland and over-used vocals, it has a nice style; other vocals (GAKIKAME DFDSKGJLDKGJA) would've made this song absolutely stellar, but whatever). I love the song, and I may even order the CD, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance is frickin' amazing. I love it so much! The overall feel of the dance? GLORIOUS. It's so dark and thrash-y and FANTASTIC, it's kinda like 'Egao YES Nude', 'Shabondama', and 'Do it! Now' mixed but with an original style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version (WE NEED ANOTHER ONE WITH MORE THAN AI-REINA-KOHARU FRONT GIRL DOMINATION, A FEW SHOTS OF RISA MERELY GOING "BABY, BABY!", AND A SINGLE SHOT OF SAYUMI SAYING "HELP ME!") begins with Aika standing front and center (don't get used to it) surrounded by JunJun and LinLin. You get a quick glimpse of Risa and Eri (WHO SHOULD'VE BEEN THE LEADS, CRY) dash by, and then the song is taken over by the God-awful trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell what the order is. I'm &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; that, left to right during the main dance-shot, it goes LinLin, Risa, the three attention-whores, Eri, JunJun, and Sayumi and Aika are shunned to the back (SACRILEGE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best parts of this are when it begins (8th Gen.~!), the "dakedo, nee, nee, dakedo"/"dare ka, nee, nee, dare ka" parts when Risa and Eri come thrash in the center (I LIKE TO PRETEND THEY'RE LEADS HERE, 'PRETEND' BEING THE KEY WORD), and Sayumi's "Help me!" when we finally realize that she's actually in this PV. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all said, the dance-shot's concept is truly awesome and amazing, but the front girls need to be switched around a bit. AND BY 'A BIT', I MEAN 'SIGNIFICANTLY'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like Ai, Reina, and Koharu's outfits here (especially Ai and Reina's), but that all that I really feel like saying about them. I'm sure rabid Ai-Reina-Koharu fans will squee and be extremely content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, meanwhile, am wishing for a PV with some awesome close-ups, maybe (MAYBE?) a story-line, and a few shots of the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koharu smiles during her "Help me!" lines; this bothers me. In all serious-ness, this girl doesn't know what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she's better than cocky, fake Reina and boring, only-good-for-singing-and-even-then-oh-so-bland Ai, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allowed to be harsh, I'm PO-ed. Why did something so incredibly wonderful have to be tarnished like this? I know H!P has a history of pushing front girls and shunning the others, but I'm still very disappointed with this arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to return to Hello!Online and collect what I was originally going there for before this PV news hit me: the MiniMoni 'Crazy About You' instrumental. I really, really feel like singing that song today, and I think I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6037902459142127664?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6037902459142127664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6037902459142127664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6037902459142127664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6037902459142127664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/momusus-resonant-blue-pv.html' title='Momusu&apos;s &apos;Resonant Blue&apos; PV...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-9123994386082337782</id><published>2008-03-09T22:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:37:48.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My day and my resulting realizations.</title><content type='html'>Today was actually a very productive Sunday despite the lost hour; I woke up (AT 11:15, STUPID DAYLIGHT SAVINGS) and immediately finished a Spanish packet (adverbial clauses and the subjuntive, ugh) and recorded excerpts of my orchestra pieces to hand into my instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for today's realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a long and gorgeous hike with my dad and dogs today, and I realized that the proper way to sneak up on a herd of deer is to stay behind trees and crawl on the ground (and even then, they'll most likely see/hear you and run), that hawks will sometimes attack shadows of inanimate objects, that you need to stay in valleys and behind tree-lines when you are trespassing for an exceedingly long time at a place where you will get arrested if spotted, that all golf courses are owned by Republicans, that racing moving cars can be really enjoyable, and that nature is a beautiful thing that doesn't get a quarter of the attention it deserves in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After said hike, I played some 'Super Smash Bros. Brawl' with my younger brother. Nothing was realized here except the ways to play the old Nintendo classic on a Wii-mote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then told that I was allowed to accompany my mother to a viewing of her friend's mom. The atmosphere was surprisingly very relaxed, and my mom's friend (known to be a crier) held up extremely well. I realized here that funeral parlours are actually very nice places, the family of the deceased is not always sad, black doesn't need to be worn to a viewing, people will actually get portraits taken in anticipation of their death just so they can have an updated picture present at their viewing/funeral, casket-linings can have words embroidered on them, fingernails are removed once a person dies so that they can't grow any longer (this realization came as a kind of sudden thing I happened to spot while, uh, viewing the deceased), and that death does not seem like a scary thing or something to be terrified of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is not really made up of realizations, it's just fangirl blathering. Sometimes I like to connect my fandoms to my real life. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "decorated" (read: stuck on pictures printed off of the computer) all of my white binders (Human Geography, Orchestra, and Spanish), and now they all have a different Chococat image on them! On a related note, I even have a Chococat cell-phone lanyard that I bought at Otakon attached to my phone. Yayayayayay Chococat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had a Humanities Scholarship interview at UMBC, my future college, and my interviewers were extremely curious about my musical interests. I was questioned about my singing and interest in Japanese and Korean music and my skills as a violist. I was then repeatedly told that I should compose music. Thinking on this, I became interested. If I ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER got the drive to do such a thing as compose music (BUT I NEED THE MOTIVATION FOR SUCH AN INVOLVED TASK, OH WOE), I would definitely arrange &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v1355057WcqaSyfX?searchId=2698268454450053902&amp;amp;rank=4"&gt;this early w-inds. song &lt;/a&gt;into an orchestral piece. IT WOULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL. I've even been thinking about which parts to give to which instruments and the balance involved, about the tempo (andante, allegro, largo, allegretto, and on and on) and rests, about the dynamics and crescendos and decrescendos, etc., etc.. IT WOULD BE AMAZING I TELL YOU, TRULY STELLAR. This song also seems like something I can completely relate to; the lyrics convey something that a Gemini can definitely empathize with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was thinking about Prom, which is in a little over a month, and I ended up pondering the music to be played. I'm sure whatever the new 'Soulja Boy' is (ack ack ack ack, spit spit, retch) will be present multiple times (though I have no earthly idea what song this may be, and I don't care), I highly doubt any good music will be played. I'm sure it will be all rap and romantic junk. WHERE WILL THE DANCE MUSIC BE? IT WILL BE A DANCE, AND KNOWING THE PAST DANCES I'VE BEEN TO, THERE WILL BE NO DANCE MUSIC. WTF, DANCES, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. In my mind, Prom's music will consist of all songs by ToyBox (the people who did the song 'Butterfly' on DDR Extreme 2; my friend, Laura, played more of their stuff in the car yesterday, and I liked what I heard), &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=QFaNXsNIXp4"&gt;the Daft Punk song 'One More Time'&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zGgPeAew_T0"&gt;this Korean song &lt;/a&gt;(the true song doesn't start for awhile, but when it does, HELLO SEX IN SONG-FORM, PLZ TO BE PLAYED AT PROM, EVEN THOUGH YOU WON'T BE BECAUSE THE SCHOOL DISCRIMINATES AGAINST ANYTHING NOT IN ENGLISH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING I AM SUGGESTING WOULD EVEN FIT THE WHOLE "PROM IS OUR LAST DANCE, EVARRRRRRRRR" CONCEPT (except maybe the ToyBox, but you never know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly, highly doubt anything decent will be played at Prom, though, but I've got my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 'The Cha-Cha Slide' is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-9123994386082337782?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/9123994386082337782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=9123994386082337782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9123994386082337782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/9123994386082337782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-day-and-my-resulting-realizations.html' title='My day and my resulting realizations.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1664272125100228598</id><published>2008-03-06T21:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:23:52.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear...</title><content type='html'>...that I'm truly not as much of a b-i-t-c-h as I came off as in my last post. I SWEAR ON MY NEW KITTY GYM CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really. My conscience is strong, and I felt that I needed to inform the Internet that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be a good person, srsly. Most of the time I am (if I do say so myself), but everybody has cynical days, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, KITTY GYM CAME. Or, I guess I should just say GYM CAME. After all, there is no evidence of any of the Johnny's Juniors that make up the Kitty portion of the name in the song itself or on the packaging. They seem to only back-dance in the PV. The CD case doesn't have any reference to them on it, nor does the inside pamphlet (unless I'm missing some characters somewhere, which is very likely) mention them anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard to wean myself from screeching about Kitty GYM to simply screeching about GYM; Kitty GYM had a nicer, weirder ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF. I WAS NOT AWARE THAT THE CD INCLUDED A SONG SUNG &lt;em&gt;ENTIRELY IN ENGLISH &lt;/em&gt;BY GOLF AND MIKE. I was scanning the lyrics booklet and happened upon an entire song in English, and I immediately flipped back to 'Fever to Future' to see if it had been translated as well. ALAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still like 'Fever to Future' the best. :DV It has that upbeat feel to it that I seem to be drawn to, while the rest of the songs (a Yamapi solo, THE ENGRISH GOLF AND MIKE DUET, I CAN'T GET OVER THE CONCEPT, and another song sung by the three) are a little more relaxed. Relaxed is nice, don't get me wrong, it's just my personal preference that steers me toward fast-paced, exciting pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I showed my mother the CD case excitedly when she came home this afternoon, and she picked out Mike, saying, "I like this one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, flailed and rabidly complimented her on her taste in Thai JPop (AND ENGRISH) singers, until she said, "He looks like that gay kid from 'American Idol'. :D :D :D :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply stood there, stunned into silence, and after a long inward debate on the implications of this comment, I took it as a good thing. At least my mother approved, in some way, of my, uh, boyfriend...from Thailand...that sings in Japanese....AND ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Danny Noriega got kicked off tonight. I kinda liked his prissy, diva attitude, too. I want a hot, gay friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I HAD TO DO THIS, I AM SO PROUD OF MY NEW BABY. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore my incapabilities with my own camera; the flash is present many a time, sometimes predominantly. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CwJhdyOBI/AAAAAAAAADs/83Nk91DNgmE/s1600-h/100_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174829649497307154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CwJhdyOBI/AAAAAAAAADs/83Nk91DNgmE/s320/100_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL? That's my boyfriend on the right! Also, notice Yamapi's pimp-hat. Golf's just kinda there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CxAhdyOCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aWnYBF1R4Jw/s1600-h/100_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174830594390112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CxAhdyOCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aWnYBF1R4Jw/s320/100_1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD itself; GYM is splashed across the top in big, bold letters, but where's the Kitty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CxyxdyODI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k0b8lHaxLxs/s1600-h/100_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174831457678538802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CxyxdyODI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k0b8lHaxLxs/s320/100_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the first page of the pamphlet, not much different from the cover. It deserved a spot anyway, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CykRdyOEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aFLbccCg1R0/s1600-h/100_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174832308082063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CykRdyOEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aFLbccCg1R0/s320/100_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH LYRICS, WHUT. OVBIOUSLY, THIS IS EXTREMELY NECESSARY. IGNORE THE LARGE FLASH, I WAS EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CzJhdyOFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v7WtSMy_NyE/s1600-h/100_1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174832948032190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CzJhdyOFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v7WtSMy_NyE/s320/100_1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE! I LOVE THIS KID. I feel sorry to have cut his brother out of the picture, but what can I say? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He actually does look surprisingly similar to Danny Noriega, though. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually kinda tired, so I think I'll trot off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1664272125100228598?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1664272125100228598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1664272125100228598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1664272125100228598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1664272125100228598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-swear.html' title='I swear...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R9CwJhdyOBI/AAAAAAAAADs/83Nk91DNgmE/s72-c/100_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6520023263249975217</id><published>2008-03-05T19:01:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:11:59.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY KITTY GYM HAS NOT YET ARRIVED, OH WOE.</title><content type='html'>THE LONG, DREARY DAYS OF MARCH WILL BE EVEN LONGER AND DREARIER WITHOUT MY KITTY GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It supposedly shipped out last Thursday, so WHERE IS IT??? Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a personal note, today I learned that I am an emotional sadist. I send rumors about myself (y'know, "I like him!" or "No, I really don't like him at all!", really grade-school stuff) out to my group(s) of friends, and then I sit back and watch emotional chaos unfold like the cat that ate the canary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm typing this all on a blog, actually; I guess I know that the Internet doesn't judge people (or does it?) for their tendency to be an emotional masochist with malignant intent. I find entire "He likes you! OMGGGGGG!!!11!" scenarios really, REALLY amusing and entertaining, and so I like to watch them unfold and lie my way through them, laughing inside all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my true Gemini nature? Or maybe I'm just naturally an evil person. After just now slogging through that whole religious sermon in &lt;em&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;/em&gt;, I feel like I'm going to be sent to Hell for the slightest thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, books influence me. Trust me, though, I'm not a holy-roller, God forbid. Ohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm in a really cynical and b-i-t-c-h-y mood today. D: I SWEAR IT'S THE LACK OF KITTY GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. LET'S BRIGHTEN EVERYBODY'S DAY UP WITH SOME W-INDS. FOOTAGE. It's a concert performance (I don't know the date, but judging from the members' appearances, I would say within the last year or two? I'm aware that I should know this...) of 'Try Your Emotion''s coupling song, 'Graduation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG. It's one of my all-time w-inds. favorites, along with 'Shiki' and a few others, and this song especially means a lot to me now more than ever because I'm a high-school senior. As of late, I've been singing it more that anything else, with 'Fever to Future' a close second. I've been belting out 'Graduation', though, around my house constantly for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryo and Ryu are very awesome here, and as much as I hate the whole concept of Keita getting the spotlight all the time (I still adore him, though!), he really deserves it here. There is SO MUCH emotion in this song, it's unbelievable. I was close to crying last night when I watched it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved w-inds. for almost two years (and, of course, scoured the Internet for all of their vids., perfs., etc.), and this has to be one of the best things I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are &lt;a href="http://www.mognet.net/artisttranslation.php?id=944&amp;amp;translation=english"&gt;English-translated lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, and here are &lt;a href="http://www.mognet.net/artisttranslation.php?id=944&amp;amp;translation=romanji"&gt;romanji lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgBIOEapKhc" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the quick shot of the neck of the guitar before the second chorus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, man, Keita's notes at 2:43 and 3:57 are &lt;em&gt;stellar&lt;/em&gt;. He does sound a bit strained, but he's really pushing it here, and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five stars, w-inds., five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to go counsel myself on what it means to be nice to others and what happens to little girls that compulsively lie before I get slapped in the face with bad karma. Maybe I'll also have a bit of cherry pie and watch America's Next Top Model at 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I FOUND A &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4vgucRcugI"&gt;PREVIEW OF 'RESONANT BLUE'&lt;/a&gt;. I LOVE IT. IT MAY BE TAKAHASHI/TANAKA LEADS AGAIN, BUT I STILL LOVE IT ANYWAY, WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING. LOADS BETTER THAN 'MIKAN' UPON FIRST LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally hate random insert screeches/groanings within songs (and yet I like 'Egao YES Nude', haha), but I am enraptured by the "OO-WAY, OO-WAY-OH "-ing done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PV MUST BE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY AWESOME (am I asking too much, H!P?), OR THIS ENTIRE CREATION OF PERFECTION WILL BE RUINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAIT ON TENTERHOOKS WITH MY FINGERS CROSSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6520023263249975217?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6520023263249975217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6520023263249975217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6520023263249975217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6520023263249975217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-kitty-gym-has-not-yet-arrived-oh-woe.html' title='MY KITTY GYM HAS NOT YET ARRIVED, OH WOE.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6315195009002108710</id><published>2008-03-04T19:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:43:59.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The origin of my eternal love for JPop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgch-_6qu1M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgch-_6qu1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation needed. In short, old-school w-inds. pwnz n00bs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6315195009002108710?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6315195009002108710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6315195009002108710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6315195009002108710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6315195009002108710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/03/origins-of-my-eternal-love-for-jpop.html' title='The origin of my eternal love for JPop.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8258318632069368945</id><published>2008-02-28T17:03:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:17:55.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Earlier this afternoon, I finished my mandatory service hours for the Spanish Honor Society (also known as La Sociedad Honoraria Hispanica, forgive my lack of accent marks), and I merely have one hour left for my mandatory service time for the National Honor Society! YAYZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I also went to get fitted for my prom dress (it finally came in to the store!), and I didn't need any alterations! SQUEE. I'm actually a size 8 (I thought I would be a size 10, but hey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't really have a lot of homework tonight, so I can spend most of my time reading Stephen King's &lt;em&gt;Cell&lt;/em&gt;! JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a scholarship offer in the mail today from a college that I don't plan on attending! IRONIC SCREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this is a random post, I'm going to photo-dump some pictures that I took of my stuff when my shelves collapsed (one night during dinner, haha, we heard the crash from the dining room down the hall) due to the weight. I basically just threw all my stuff on my bedroom floor in groups and took pictures; there's really no reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mostly wee-a-boo stuff, too. My brother said that I was receiving a subliminal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8cyrHSO7UI/AAAAAAAAACk/H46nQwB24kk/s1600-h/100_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8cyrHSO7UI/AAAAAAAAACk/H46nQwB24kk/s320/100_1066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172158413329591618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only blurry one. Two empty pocky boxes that I saved, an also-saved-but-empty strawberry Ramune Juice bottle, a little Japanese woman-figure that I bought from the store, and an abandoned toy Japanese flag that I found in a gutter somewhere. I'm not even lying. I don't even consider it odd that I picked said flag up and took it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8cz0HSO7VI/AAAAAAAAACs/fBl-ZpsSFd4/s1600-h/100_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8cz0HSO7VI/AAAAAAAAACs/fBl-ZpsSFd4/s320/100_1067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159667460042066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fan and the two paper dolls actually came from Japan. My grandmother's friend's daughter ( &gt;:D ) traveled to Japan, and I got to reap the souvenir benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c1oXSO7WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xwI2n6tAejs/s1600-h/100_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c1oXSO7WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xwI2n6tAejs/s320/100_1068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172161664619834722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER. Arranged in a 7-6-5-4-1-2-3 order. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c2UXSO7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kFSyfqFV9MY/s1600-h/100_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c2UXSO7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kFSyfqFV9MY/s320/100_1069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162420534078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DVDs. :D I have four volumes of the anime Spiral ~Suiri no Kizuna~, one volume of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Ratatouille (my favorite cartoon movie!), and Dead Poets' Society (my favorite dramatic school-boy movie, and I'm normally extremely aggravated by Robin Williams' mere presence!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c5iHSO7YI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZZWKxtR7rPk/s1600-h/100_1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c5iHSO7YI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZZWKxtR7rPk/s320/100_1070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172165955292163458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dish of candy with a pair of stupid headphones, a green bouncy ball, and all of my colorful "first-generation iPod nano" cases. Notice my awesome devil case. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c8gnSO7ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Wx0OegJL2r4/s1600-h/100_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c8gnSO7ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Wx0OegJL2r4/s320/100_1071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172169228057243026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my video-cassettes back from when I obsessively taped my favorites animes off of Toonami and AdultSwim. I have the entire Yu Yu Hakusho series and most of the Inuyasha series (up until I got bored with it; I lasted a pretty long time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c9kHSO7aI/AAAAAAAAADU/zsl1eeBenws/s1600-h/100_1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c9kHSO7aI/AAAAAAAAADU/zsl1eeBenws/s320/100_1072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172170387698412962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my shoujo manga: Fruits Basket, Loveless, Ouran High School Host Club, Marmalade Boy, and Kare Kano (His and Her Circumstances). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c-7HSO7bI/AAAAAAAAADc/3ejM8ibFdSk/s1600-h/100_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8c-7HSO7bI/AAAAAAAAADc/3ejM8ibFdSk/s320/100_1073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172171882347031986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And my shounen manga: Hikaru no Go, Case Closed (Meitantei Conan), Gensomaden Saiyuki, Saiyuki Reload, and Naruto. I SWEAR I LIKED NARUTO BEFORE ALL THE POSERS STARTED WEARING THE ORANGE JACKETS. SRSLY. You can also tell that I'm a big Saiyuki fan. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8dAAnSO7cI/AAAAAAAAADk/pUj5btGLAGA/s1600-h/100_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8dAAnSO7cI/AAAAAAAAADk/pUj5btGLAGA/s320/100_1075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172173076347940290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BELOVED JPOP CDS, SOON TO BE ADDED TO BY MY KITTY GYM. Shut up, I know I only have three, my parents just started letting me order off of the Internet. Super Junior's Second Album (with the Marilyn Manson-esque (according to my brother) opening track 'Don't Don'), NewS' 'weeeek', and Hey! Say! JUMP's 'Ultra Music Power'. Soon, I will have a fourth that says Kitty GYM 'Fever to Future', AND I CHECK EVERY DAY FOR IT IN THE MAIL EVEN THOUGH IT IS NOT TO BE SHIPPED UNTIL MARCH 3RD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. My treasures. SOON TO BE ADDED TO BY KITTY GYM'S 'FEVER TO FUTURE' (which was released in 2006, but I tend to find gems later than most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, ALL OF MY SENIOR 2008 PARAPHENALIA GOT DROPPED OFF BY THE UPS MAN TODAY, AND MY MOM JUST YELLED BACK TO TELL ME. I MUST GO RAVAGE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8258318632069368945?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8258318632069368945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8258318632069368945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8258318632069368945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8258318632069368945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8cyrHSO7UI/AAAAAAAAACk/H46nQwB24kk/s72-c/100_1066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-458086478679967966</id><published>2008-02-26T18:53:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:55:43.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I get impulses.</title><content type='html'>For instance, I just now finished speaking with a student at my future college (University of Maryland, Baltimore County; UMBC for short), and what she had to say really helped me and made me feel better about the whole "higher education" deal; I had an extremely enjoyable time talking to her (save for my stupid brother screaming his lungs out for some inexplicable reason in the living room while I was on the phone). Thus, when I got off the phone, I was happy and hyper, and so I did the first thing that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakin' ordered Kitty GYM's 'Fever to Future' off of YesAsia without a second thought. I almost even put it on the fastest method of shipping, but I restrained myself because I'm stingy with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Kitty GYM arrives in the mail sometime next week (or the week after...), I'm probably just going to stare at it for a second and try to remember when I summoned it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, or I'll remember my summons and furiously rip it out of its packaging while squealing rabidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably be the latter, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've only ever ordered stuff by male artists, such as Super Junior and random groups from Johnny's Entertainment. I've, surprisingly, never ordered anything Hello!Project-related (though that could all end soon now that I've discovered Mini Moni's 'Crazy About You'). 0_0 I was thinking the other day, however, of ordering me some AKB48 stuff, either 'Keibetsu Shiteita Aijou' or 'BINGO!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, speaking of Hello!Project and AKB48 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and Johnny's Entertainment)&lt;/span&gt;, I've found that a few members of AKB48 possess a striking resemblance to other female JPop singers. Look, look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, AKB48 Team A's Maeda Atsuko (Acchan):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8Sy9nSO7PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fx96PmldfvA/s1600-h/Maedaatsuko2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171455043715394802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8Sy9nSO7PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fx96PmldfvA/s320/Maedaatsuko2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Morning Musume's Kamei Eri (Kame):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SzHXSO7QI/AAAAAAAAACE/FhdVF_G9_2I/s1600-h/kameieri2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171455211219119362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SzHXSO7QI/AAAAAAAAACE/FhdVF_G9_2I/s320/kameieri2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, AKB48 Team K's Ono Erena (Erepyon):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SytnSO7OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z2aHBjbp3MA/s1600-h/Ono2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171454768837487842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SytnSO7OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z2aHBjbp3MA/s320/Ono2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and ex-Morning Musume/ex-W's Tsuji Nozomi (Nono):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SzcHSO7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/_YZRGxwSBw8/s1600-h/Tsuji_AllStars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171455567701404946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8SzcHSO7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/_YZRGxwSBw8/s320/Tsuji_AllStars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, AKB48 Team A's Tojima Hana (Hana?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8Sz8XSO7SI/AAAAAAAAACU/QHavp6EZ8XE/s1600-h/Tojimahana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171456121752186146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8Sz8XSO7SI/AAAAAAAAACU/QHavp6EZ8XE/s320/Tojimahana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and KAT-TUN's Kamenashi Kazuya (Kame, too!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8S0M3SO7TI/AAAAAAAAACc/tox69lRmxRw/s1600-h/434px-Kame2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171456405220027698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8S0M3SO7TI/AAAAAAAAACc/tox69lRmxRw/s320/434px-Kame2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm aware that I have no life; I can't help it. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! One last thing before I shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v73242034JPDdca?searchId=4601209157813076636&amp;rank=0"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt; not the most adorable little thing (haha, she's only a year younger than me, though!)? I kinda want to trade my brother for her. It's kinda odd, though, that she's one of the three to commit suicide in the 'Keibetsu Shiteita Aijou' PV; she's the very first person in the PV (her back's facing the camera), and she's the closest one in the first view of the dance shot as well. She's ~KaWAIiiIIIiiIIi!!11!1~, but still hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's obviously one of my current favorites among AKB48, along with Erepyon and Minegishi Minami (Miichan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-458086478679967966?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/458086478679967966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=458086478679967966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/458086478679967966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/458086478679967966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-get-impulses.html' title='Sometimes I get impulses.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R8Sy9nSO7PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fx96PmldfvA/s72-c/Maedaatsuko2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-645283947569759332</id><published>2008-02-22T18:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:58:37.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a cool kid now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got me some Hello!Project rankings! :DV Thanks in entirety to &lt;a href="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/comment.php?commentID=253"&gt;Hello!Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I bet the curiosity is running rampant. :3 So without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning Musume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="257" src="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/vote2/images/41663626561771.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Niigaki Risa 2. Michishige Sayumi 3. Mitsui Aika 4. Kamei Eri 5. Li Chun ( JunJun) 6. Qian Lin (LinLin) 7. Kusumi Koharu 8. Tanaka Reina 9. Takahashi Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It wasn't too hard to pick my Momusu favorites; I have the few that I adore (Niigaki, Michishige, Mitsui, Kamei), the two Pandas in the middle (JunJun, LinLin), and the few that I really dislike (Kusumi, Tanaka, Takahashi). Obviously, I rate the under-appreciated highest, the mediocre ones in the middle, and the front girls dead last. So, yeah. I pretty much knew how my ranking would turn out before I even did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berryz Koubou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="257" src="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/vote2/images/41663626561772.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Kumai Yurina 2. Tsugunaga Momoko 3. Shimizu Saki 4. Tokunaga Chinami 5. Sugaya Risako 6. Natsuyaki Miyabi 7. Sudou Maasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my freakin' lord, this was so hard. I love all these girls so much, and so it was really hard to put them in any order. So, I basically just threw them together by who I would like to be friends with. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-ute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="257" src="http://www.helloblog.co.uk/vote2/images/41663626561773.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Yajima Maimi 2. Arihara Kanna 3. Suzuki Airi 4. Nakajima Saki 5. Okai Chisato 6. Umeda Erika 7. Hagiwara Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C-ute was quite the opposite of Berryz. The first and last places (Yajima and Hagiwara) were definite for me, and as for those in the middle (Arihara, Suzuki, Nakajima, Okai, Umeda), I just kinda threw them in a semi-random order. By semi-random, I mean that I ordered the middle girls by who I thought fit into the group the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-645283947569759332?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/645283947569759332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=645283947569759332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/645283947569759332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/645283947569759332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-cool-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a cool kid now!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4776362828323059739</id><published>2008-02-21T21:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:22:59.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AKB48's 'Keibetsu Shiteita Aijou': Beautiful&amp;Powerful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4EgYmCH67c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4EgYmCH67c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:27/8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit a few months in the future: WUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4776362828323059739?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4776362828323059739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4776362828323059739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4776362828323059739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4776362828323059739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/akb48s-keibetsu-shiteita-aijou.html' title='AKB48&apos;s &apos;Keibetsu Shiteita Aijou&apos;: Beautiful&amp;Powerful.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4776752648386055685</id><published>2008-02-21T17:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:59:55.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be doing AP Human Geography homework...</title><content type='html'>...in fact, I have it on my lap right now, and the page with the assignment is minimized. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I suddenly got the urge to do a small review of the new Berryz Koubou PV 'Dschinghis Khan'. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Hello!Project fandom is outright torn between absolutely adoring and downright despising this song; I fit into the former category. I think this PV is Berryz at their finest. It's no 'Special Generation' or 'Jiriri Kiteru', but it seems a little like 'Waracchaou yo BOYFRIEND' to me in that it's playful and quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here 'tis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7pui9Q6Vbo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their voices seem a little high-pitched and nasally at first, but it's grown on me, and now it seems to fit the song. 0_0 Weird, I know, considering it was sung by a German group decades ago, and now it's being covered by a random teen Japanese girl-group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Berryz girls are looking really good here; no one looks fugly, which is an improvement from that new C-ute PV. All the girls in Berryz are quite pretty, actually. The yellow-and-green combo outfit even fits the PV now, to me, and I normally hate that color combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PV itself may be low-budget (but which recent H!P PV isn't, really, 'Tokkaiko Junjou' aside), but I still really like it. The mini-wotas are funny, and Berryz looks like they're truly having a good time performing in front of said mini-wotas. The PV opens originally, too, with those repeated-shot scenes of Yurina, Risako, and Miyabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinami and Saki totally rule this PV, though, which makes me extremely happy. Saki was always a Berryz favorite, and Chinami, when she gets exposure, is really cool. It's nice to see the focus shifted away from Risako, Miyabi, Momoko, and Yurina, and we can see a bit more of Saki, Chinami, and Maasa. (Plus, Risako's voice grates on my nerves sometimes, and her having the last line kind of irked me. SAKI PLZ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Momoko's solo line was SPECTACULAR. She had the pen-ultimate solo line, and she completely rocked it; her voice is normally so high, and she sounded fantastic here. You could tell she tried really hard, and she pulled it off. Momoko is simply awesome that way. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Chinami does so many "ghetto" moves during her hallway shots; it's so funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do really like C-ute (mostly because of Maimi, I would like to be her friend in real-life, we're only a year apart after all), and I discovered C-ute before I discovered Berryz Koubou, the Berryz will always have my allegience among the H!P Kids groups. For this single in particular, if they had been competing in Rock Band (haha, stupid Alyson, you shouldn't make references to your real life when discussing JPop), they would have received the "Most Gutsy" award. I don't think C-ute, or even Momusu, could've pulled this off, and Tsunku knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game, Berryz. Don't listen to the haters, you're too good for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4776752648386055685?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4776752648386055685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4776752648386055685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4776752648386055685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4776752648386055685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-should-be-doing-ap-human-geography.html' title='I should be doing AP Human Geography homework...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5585541585099637842</id><published>2008-02-20T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:19:32.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momusu's 'Resonant Blue'...</title><content type='html'>Momusu's new single, 'Resonant Blue', is due out sometime in April, maybe the 16th? I saw the release date once or twice, but I didn't really remember it. D: I'm too lazy to look for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently, according to some source somewhere (which I also forgot), this new single is going to resemble 'Egao YES Nude'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked 'Egao YES Nude'; it was the single that had just been released when I became a Momusu fan, and it was Aika's debut single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aika ranks right up there with Risa, Sayumi, and Eri in my books, so obviously this is awesome news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, 'EYN' was extremely awesome and original music-wise. I don't even know what genre it would be classified under...R&amp;amp;B maybe? The outfits worn in the PV were cool (I like purple, what can I say?), but the stupid silver streamers really affected the entire PV in a negative manner. Those dumb streamers were basically the only problem with the PV. Risa and Yossie were even two of the lead singers, it was AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you try to dance to it in the shower, you are putting yourself in great danger. I figured this out the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Tsunku please hear my cries. GAKIKAME LEADS. GAKIKAME LEADS. GAKIKAME LEADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to hear one more single with basically only Ai-Chan and Reina singing, I may have to abandon ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Aika and JunJun wouldn't hurt, either, just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I am a compulsive video-embedder...'Egao YES Nude':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5nZKmNjw4c&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: OH MY GOSH, LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZ1HcoGWSzo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARASHI, HOW I LOVE THEE. THIS ENTIRE THING LOOKS LIKE A COMMERCIAL, AND IT MAKES ME DIE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT MAKES ME DIE EVEN MORE IS NINO'S YELLOW CAPE. OH MYLANTA. I KNEW NINO WAS THE COOL ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man, watching this PV viciously reminded me how much my hyper-obnoxious Korean friend, Nam, looks like Aiba. It's so...&lt;em&gt;uncanny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5585541585099637842?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5585541585099637842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5585541585099637842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5585541585099637842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5585541585099637842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/momusus-resonant-blue.html' title='Momusu&apos;s &apos;Resonant Blue&apos;...'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8634161014507305897</id><published>2008-02-19T21:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:28:29.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai thar.</title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy lately, uh, doing productive, uh, stuff, sure. I definitely HAVE NOT been alternately sleeping and watching all things AKB48. NUH-UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting around to actually getting on the Internet today. It was the infamous String Day in school, where OrchDorks of all ages, from the little tyke that can still turn back and switch to band to yours truly, one of the six seniors (AKA the old and ~*AWE-INSPIRING*~ ones, thank you very much), gather together to have a community string orgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is to say, we all play with one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly joyful. I got to wear all black and have it be part of the dress code. When you wear all black in school, people tend to stereotype (not that that has really stopped me in the past because I find stereotypes stupid and pointless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because JMusic is a way of life, Perfume's 'Polyrhythm'. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRkmj8m8YX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRkmj8m8YX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: An important note. Today I also video recorded myself lip-synching to Koharu's 'HAPPY!'. I honestly don't know where I find this time, considering I also did a beast-load of Calculus homework today, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, um, might've worn pigtails for the spectacle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hugged a giant pink star mogu pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And used a heart "Peep" as a prop, which I later ate at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, though, this is all speculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8634161014507305897?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8634161014507305897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8634161014507305897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8634161014507305897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8634161014507305897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/hai-thar.html' title='Hai thar.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2223244216648097473</id><published>2008-02-15T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:29:48.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*______________*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6td61tGN38&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6td61tGN38&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS SONG IS TITLED 'ELECTRO WORLD' FOR A REASON (HINT: IT'S ABOUT ELECTRONICS), BUT I STILL FEEL IT APPLIES ODDLY WELL TO KING'S/BACHMAN'S &lt;em&gt;The Long Walk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly was looking for a song that fit this book (my all-time favorite, don't even get me started), and while Breaking Benjamin's 'Until the End' worked fantastically, this random JTechno song seems to mesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, THIS IS, LIKE, THE MOST RANDOM EVENT OF MY LIFE. NO RLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2223244216648097473?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2223244216648097473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2223244216648097473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2223244216648097473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2223244216648097473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_15.html' title='*______________*'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8681575023136172505</id><published>2008-02-13T20:14:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:33:41.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bored, someone help me.</title><content type='html'>So. I was absent from school on Monday, there were primary elections yesterday (so we didn't have school), and today was a snow (read: ice) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I have taken to sleeping almost non-stop and reading manga during the time that I actually bother to be conscious. Now, I'm on the Internet, still bored, and so I decided to post random stuff. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a hint that I'm going to embed several vids. and even post some pix from my hard-drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First! I found a marvelous instance of KangTeuk on YouTube awhile back, and I feel it needs to be shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bNp6sjlgD8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit for video to &lt;strong&gt;everlastingfriends&lt;/strong&gt; on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random insert music that is in the background occasionally makes me cringe, but this video gets the point across particularly well. DongHae rap also snuck its way in, which makes me haEppy. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I said I would post a KangTeuk picspam, and I'm just now getting around to it. It's an abnormally small one, though, and there are no .gifs. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OYrnSO7HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qUzi-MB9t1A/s1600-h/11990874411927595100fw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166641072571346034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OYrnSO7HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qUzi-MB9t1A/s320/11990874411927595100fw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OZD3SO7II/AAAAAAAAABA/rClRoHVZ6h4/s1600-h/kangteuk093ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166641489183173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OZD3SO7II/AAAAAAAAABA/rClRoHVZ6h4/s320/kangteuk093ht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OZrnSO7JI/AAAAAAAAABI/NUVv4HHTiqQ/s1600-h/537404820l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166642172082973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OZrnSO7JI/AAAAAAAAABI/NUVv4HHTiqQ/s320/537404820l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7Obs3SO7KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3m_Nm6ySLsc/s1600-h/84178890pd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166644392581065890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7Obs3SO7KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3m_Nm6ySLsc/s320/84178890pd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a KiHae video that I re-discovered yesterday while I was on a KiHae spree and eating up everything I could find regarding the two on the Internet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y'know, when I &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; unconscious or reading manga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHsCvrL4s64&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit for video to &lt;strong&gt;ShiwonTurkie&lt;/strong&gt; on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example ("example" used lightly, haha) of KiHae that I absolutely adore from that weird Attack on the Pin-Up Boys movie. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That movie was so KiHae-friendly, that's the only reason I can think of that I watched it all the way through. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the movie's trailer; the KiHae appears from :39-:42. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fine, I'll admit it, I really like DongHae's method of speaking here. I don't even know if that's what you call it in this case, but DongHae is just so awesome, for whatever reason, and KiBum's just kinda standing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrXOgvwgqjA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrXOgvwgqjA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, that new C-ute PV (with subs). WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY9WBbrJq88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY9WBbrJq88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so SHI~NY!!11!1, and I don't hate it (it's a lot like the relationship Koharu and I have right now), but it kinda grates on my nerves. There's so much Tsunku background voice, and, honestly, why is Nakajima Saki even allowed to sing? Her voice makes me cry inwardly. And Erika. Poor, poor Erika. She's too old (and horsey-looking, in my opinion) to be in C-ute. Maimi is too old as well, but I think she should be moved up to Morning Musume, personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyfully, though, Maimi now seems to be becoming the front-runner of C-ute and taking over Airi's position. Note: Maimi actually sings first, and Airi sings second here, and in 'Tokkaiko Junjou', Maimi did the speaking parts. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I don't think I could say "lalalalalalalala" as many times as they do here and not want to shoot someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop now. I think I'll go eat a chocolate eclair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8681575023136172505?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8681575023136172505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8681575023136172505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8681575023136172505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8681575023136172505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-bored-someone-help-me.html' title='I&apos;m so bored, someone help me.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7OYrnSO7HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qUzi-MB9t1A/s72-c/11990874411927595100fw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2113070573123546408</id><published>2008-02-11T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:06:59.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad to be part of the Internet.</title><content type='html'>I'll probably attend the 4Chan panel at Otakon this year because I'll finally be 18+. I need to express my love for the Internet while hoping I don't get raped because I'm female. &gt;:D Girls don't go on the Internet, according to /b/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, yesterday I went on /y/ for the first time and became scarred for life. It was, to put it mildly, an enlightening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was sick and stayed home from school today (missing 3 out of my 5 AP classes, haha), and I wasted my time by researching the Scientology protest held in London yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathboy.livejournal.com/1082404.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; post on LiveJournal pretty much sums it up from what I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stole a lovely macro from above post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7EKKXSO7GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4dKSq2cUMgM/s1600-h/w6uu12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165921420736130146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7EKKXSO7GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4dKSq2cUMgM/s320/w6uu12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the Internets are becoming an army that cannot be defeated, even by Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a video that I feel is very important to this research (be sure to listen to the music in the backgroud):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tluBlOo2u9o&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scientology got RickRoll'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: This is absurdly random, but I need to frickin' gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least not have a pelvis that can stab anyone within a two-foot radius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2113070573123546408?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2113070573123546408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2113070573123546408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2113070573123546408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2113070573123546408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-glad-to-be-part-of-internet.html' title='I&apos;m so glad to be part of the Internet.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R7EKKXSO7GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4dKSq2cUMgM/s72-c/w6uu12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5849722565738917929</id><published>2008-02-08T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:12:53.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best H!P performances EVAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/DEF.%2BDIVA/video/xu6ih_sukisugitebakamitaihp2006winterwh_music"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DEF. DIVA's 'Suki Sugite Baka Mitai' performed at the Wonderful Hearts Winter '06 concert. It must've opened the concert or something because it really seems like an opening perf. to me (I, personally, have never seen the concert in its entirety...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is mother-effin' kick-arse (I've been singing it the last few days around school periodically and at home almost constantly), and the way the groups are brought out in backwards chronological order is so cool. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is C-ute in white&amp;pink, newly-formed and not a real group yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is Berryz Koubou in white&amp;orange. (I really like Yurina's hair when it shows the close-up on her face at :32-:33.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by W in white&amp;purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biyuuden in white&amp;green. Rika, in the center, looks so pretty, why can't I look like that? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last is Morning Musume in the white&amp;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, yes? I had to go to Dailymotion, though, to find a version that didn't have only Spanish subtitles. When not in AP Spanish 5, I attempt to stay away from any and all Spanish possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5849722565738917929?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5849722565738917929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5849722565738917929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5849722565738917929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5849722565738917929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-best-hp-performances-evar.html' title='One of the best H!P performances EVAR.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2577502623940129350</id><published>2008-02-07T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:27:23.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my effin' lord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/news/1689450/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; needs to happen RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2577502623940129350?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2577502623940129350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2577502623940129350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2577502623940129350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2577502623940129350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-effin-lord.html' title='Oh my effin&apos; lord.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6259980695996363323</id><published>2008-02-06T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:07:34.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet is serious business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.internetisseriousbusiness.com/"&gt;Click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6259980695996363323?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6259980695996363323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6259980695996363323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6259980695996363323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6259980695996363323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/internet-is-serious-business.html' title='The internet is serious business.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4360629138644623329</id><published>2008-02-05T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:15:44.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been RickRoll'd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHg5SJYRHA0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHg5SJYRHA0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame /b/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4360629138644623329?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4360629138644623329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4360629138644623329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4360629138644623329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4360629138644623329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-rick-rolld.html' title='I&apos;ve been RickRoll&apos;d.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6354050152246594123</id><published>2008-02-04T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:32:33.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not supposed to like Koharu!</title><content type='html'>So why am I suddenly finding her absolutely adorable (even though she's only two years younger than me) when I used to adamantly abhor her very existence? She used to be the Morning Musume member that I felt deserved to be in the group the least ("Miracle Ace, my anus," I used to think), and now I am beginning to see her rightful place there. I think Takitty and Reina are beginning to fall below her, and she has risen to something like 7th place out of 9, which is pretty respectable for Koharu considering how I used to, y'know, hate her. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is exactly what happened with Risako of Berryz Koubou! My first impressions are terrible indicators of my eventual favorites, apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, in honor of Koharu rising on my Momusu favorites roster (I can't believe this is happening...), I present the video that led her to this accomplishment (as if 'Chance!' wasn't enough, which was when I first thought, "Hey, she might be worth something after all..."):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofiT78cLoA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofiT78cLoA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think this is why I feel so much happier than all my peers; I listen to junk like this all the time and enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even been yelling the 'Woah WO-AH!' from the end of this video in joy all afternoon. There may or may not be accompanying hand motions involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6354050152246594123?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6354050152246594123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6354050152246594123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6354050152246594123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6354050152246594123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-supposed-to-like-koharu.html' title='I&apos;m not supposed to like Koharu!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7072680422973478131</id><published>2008-02-04T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:10:35.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHADDYA KNOW?</title><content type='html'>My new boyfriend has a  &lt;a href="http://wiki.theppn.org/Mike"&gt;wee-a-boo wiki page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, WHAT, HE'S FAMOUS IN THAILAND, REALLY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7072680422973478131?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7072680422973478131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7072680422973478131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7072680422973478131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7072680422973478131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/whaddya-know.html' title='WHADDYA KNOW?'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4093578656746193546</id><published>2008-02-03T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:46:06.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><content type='html'>I thoroughly enjoy how, at 2 in the morning, my body wants to jump up and act hyper and learn all the different dances that have been piling up on my 'To Do' list, while, almost every afternoon after school, it wants to die and remain unconscious for three to four hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thrilled, in fact, that I might beat myself over the head repeatedly with a blunt object until I fall into said unconscious state on my bedroom floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4093578656746193546?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4093578656746193546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4093578656746193546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4093578656746193546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4093578656746193546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:('/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4301630222784269743</id><published>2008-02-02T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:42:44.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EunMin love~!</title><content type='html'>'Member that SuJu preview clip I posted a while back? The one for EHB 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT EPISODE MADE ME REALIZE THE GLORY THAT IS EUNMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see, normally, I'm a KyuMin fan, and I don't really pair EunHyuk/HyukJae with anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, I don't pair him with DongHae like the rest of fandom. I like me some good ol' KiHae instead. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I was thoroughly surprised when I realized that this pairing is adorable. Not in the "OMFG, liek, they so totally BELONG TOGETHER!!!111!1!1" way, like, oh, say, KangTeuk is, but in the way that they seem like brothers that really trust one another with, in this case, their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y'see. HyukJae was trying to hold his breath underwater (in the following link) for the longest time that he could, and his team was trying to accomplish this by giving him 'artificial air' (while the other team was putting on a fail spectacle and trying to keep DongHae, HeeChul, and KiBum inside some bubble-thing at different times). SungMin had been giving this 'artificial air' to HyukJae for some time, so KangIn took over. After a few tries with KangIn, HyukJae reached out for SungMin again instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT WAS SO CUTE, I'M SORRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-p_mHpcTRb0&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;LOOK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4301630222784269743?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4301630222784269743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4301630222784269743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4301630222784269743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4301630222784269743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/02/eunmin-love.html' title='EunMin love~!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1399300978185605698</id><published>2008-01-31T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:35:11.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY I LOVE MY LIFE.</title><content type='html'>First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,325586,00.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is why I love the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Leave Scientology to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloverfield reminded me why I have this sudden passion for movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most likely going to convince my friends Caitlin and Alyssa to go see it again with me tomorrow after school; I saw it with my brother earlier tonight, and I need to watch it again for all the subliminal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RAPTURE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1399300978185605698?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1399300978185605698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1399300978185605698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1399300978185605698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1399300978185605698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-why-i-love-my-life.html' title='THIS IS WHY I LOVE MY LIFE.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-8554926416159469451</id><published>2008-01-30T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:07:54.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsuka Ai's 'Sakuranbo'?</title><content type='html'>I can't even explain why I love &lt;a href="http://http://www.veoh.com/videos/v807268HDRXggK6?searchId=1911136276261222136&amp;amp;rank=0"&gt;this PV&lt;/a&gt; so much. I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did, however, inspire my new-found love for all things cherry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-8554926416159469451?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/8554926416159469451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=8554926416159469451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8554926416159469451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/8554926416159469451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/otsuka-ais-sakuranbo.html' title='Otsuka Ai&apos;s &apos;Sakuranbo&apos;?'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7564880215800313419</id><published>2008-01-28T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:30:17.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>My life may seem extremely and utterly boring, but it truly is delightful when I find gems like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdUWLAGUxGY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually known about this song/PV for awhile, but I love it every time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I do like Gackt. Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edit: WHY IS BIYUUDEN DISBANDING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO SMACK THE NEXT PERSON THAT COMES NEAR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7564880215800313419?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7564880215800313419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7564880215800313419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7564880215800313419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7564880215800313419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-3825955574503731079</id><published>2008-01-27T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:39:14.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I died.</title><content type='html'>I've mostly been too busy sleeping or eating to update. I actually came home from school on Friday and slept for four straight hours and then went to Outback Steakhouse to eat a 'bloomin' onion'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's already Sunday night, and I have to endure the start of a five-day week tomorrow. &gt;:( The last two weeks have been three-day and four-day, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I did just discover the new Buono! PV: I heart it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prT4LG9CM6A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prT4LG9CM6A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-3825955574503731079?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/3825955574503731079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=3825955574503731079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3825955574503731079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/3825955574503731079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-died.html' title='I died.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4560251022143433700</id><published>2008-01-23T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:24:48.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Girls - 'Tell Me'</title><content type='html'>I have finally utterly succumbed to the Wonder Girls mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://www.aimini.net/play/?fid=SK2DTBsNwm7RmnZcmz4c&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://www.aimini.net/play/?fid=SK2DTBsNwm7RmnZcmz4c&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought long and hard, trust me, but my downfall was obviously inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I'm just going to leave this as turning on automatically; it will annoy (or please, whichever) more people that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4560251022143433700?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4560251022143433700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4560251022143433700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4560251022143433700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4560251022143433700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/wonder-girls-tell-me.html' title='Wonder Girls - &apos;Tell Me&apos;'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1267755122819923204</id><published>2008-01-21T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:43:59.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SSXaB67vVFg"&gt;I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I LIKED SUPER JUNIOR.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think I can wait a whole week. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1267755122819923204?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1267755122819923204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1267755122819923204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1267755122819923204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1267755122819923204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/squee.html' title='SQUEE.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-6642324545420016883</id><published>2008-01-20T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:09:00.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AKIFUUUUUUUU~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lead.vision-blog.jp/archives/50519790.html"&gt;LOOK WHAT I FOUND.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE SO ADORABLE, THEY MAKE MY HEART EXPLODE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-6642324545420016883?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/6642324545420016883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=6642324545420016883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6642324545420016883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/6642324545420016883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/akifuuuuuuuu.html' title='AKIFUUUUUUUU~!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5846250617709038897</id><published>2008-01-20T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:17:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY LIFE.</title><content type='html'>It's after one in the morning, and I need to work on &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations &lt;/em&gt;stuff tomorrow (read: later today) and go see Sweeney Todd for the third time (though that's not really something burdensome), and here I am reading SuJu fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT &lt;a href="http://tongzhiai.livejournal.com/17426.html#cutid1"&gt;THIS KANGTEUK ONE&lt;/a&gt; IS SO AWESOME, AND I REALLY LOVE &lt;a href="http://tongzhiai.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;THIS AUTHOR-ESS&lt;/a&gt;, AND I FOLLOW &lt;a href="http://tongzhiai.livejournal.com/"&gt;ALL HER FANFICS&lt;/a&gt;, AND I THINK SHE'S A REALLY SPECTACULAR WRITER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I better tone it down or I'll seem like a huge stalker, but really. THE FANFICS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5846250617709038897?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5846250617709038897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5846250617709038897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5846250617709038897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5846250617709038897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-life.html' title='I LOVE MY LIFE.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5568730385784418355</id><published>2008-01-19T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:32:07.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty GYM.</title><content type='html'>I am still pondering this unit even though it was born a long time ago and wasn't even permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamapi, Golf (GOLF. WTF?), and Golf's brother, Mike, team up with various Johnny's juniors to sing a crack-song where afros, flying pods, and a dumb hat (worn by Yamapi) are involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf and Mike are two Thai brothers that I can't even tell apart. I think of them as "Blond-streaked One" and "Cute-Smile One". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: I am deeply amazed by the 'Fever to Future' PV. I'm not quite sure why besides that the song itself is as catchy as all get-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wqo9wJZ97c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wqo9wJZ97c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This PV also taught me that Thai guys are really good-looking. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5568730385784418355?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5568730385784418355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5568730385784418355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5568730385784418355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5568730385784418355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/kitty-gym.html' title='Kitty GYM.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-1404355493581231745</id><published>2008-01-19T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:34:21.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Announcement.</title><content type='html'>I rule  34'd &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/em&gt; today, Pip&amp;Herbert-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-1404355493581231745?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/1404355493581231745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=1404355493581231745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1404355493581231745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/1404355493581231745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/brief-announcement.html' title='Brief Announcement.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5609616322249922574</id><published>2008-01-17T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:05:16.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>It's actually snowing here! 'Cept, hatefully, it's on the first day of our five-day weekend, meaning that we most likely will not get out of school next Tuesday. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are finished, and I'm not sure how I did on any of them, and I'd rather not look. (Technically, I'm not done with my Anatomy&amp;Physiology midterm, though; we have to present those horrid epidemiology projects to the class, and my teacher is going in a random order, and I go first next class, dang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I couldn't sleep in like I wanted; I had a dentist appointment at frickin' 8:30 in the morning (no cavities, though, yay!). Then, I came home, read a beast amount of Dickens' &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/em&gt;, and took a shower. I now plan on watching SuJu's 'Exploration of the Human Body' (I haven't watched Sunday's episode yet, still with DBSK!) or my newly-downloaded episodes of 'Yukan Club'. Either way, it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting really PO-ed that I can't find English translations for the lyrics to the extra songs on the regular edition of the NewS single 'weeeek' ('with me' and 'Rainbow', that is). It doesn't go over well when you type in 'news weeeek' on Google; even when you add 'jpop', 'johnny's', 'yamapi', and other variations to try and narrow it down a bit, it doesn't comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I can probably find them in a LiveJournal community or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5609616322249922574?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5609616322249922574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5609616322249922574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5609616322249922574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5609616322249922574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5531844490835408108</id><published>2008-01-15T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:58:34.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy and random.</title><content type='html'>So. This (short, thank the lord) week is mid-term week, and I'm kinda dying. I took the AP Calculus AB midterm today and pretty much spaced out throughout the entire thing. D: My teacher, beamingly, informs us that we are supposed to feel as if we failed it, but I really don't like that feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, my brother, ever the kid to taunt me about my obsession with all things JPop/KPop, proclaimed today that he hates his current hair and wants it cut like semi-oldschool KiBum of Super Junior (on the left, please ignore the disaster that is red-headed HeeChul here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4192BqyChI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFsoNuAJ35E/s1600-h/heebum01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4192BqyChI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFsoNuAJ35E/s320/heebum01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155915515523369490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love teasing my brother about something he likes regarding a Super Junior member. And, after going through my small and extremely unorganized SuJu image folder (one day I just randomly decided to go on a SuJu saving binge, haha), I have the overwhelming urge to post a KangTeuk picspam (along with some beautiful .gifs I have of the pair, squee). :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was browsing YouTube for a short time today after school (and feel the need to constantly embed videos of my interest, but it's my blog, so hey), and I found a performance of the new Morning Musume (with Yossie and Miki and sans JunJun and LinLin) that was actually amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold to the fact that it is so amazing because it covered a medley of legendary Momusu songs ('LOVE Machine', 'The PEACE!', and 'Renai Revolution 21', respectively), and Risa and Eri got to sing almost as much as they deserve to regularly. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHRd457b12A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHRd457b12A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only Koharu had, like, no solo lines at all (maybe replaced with Aika), this performance would've been close to perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I need to at least glance over my notes for AP Spanish and Orchestra (somewhat). /rage&amp;fury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5531844490835408108?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5531844490835408108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5531844490835408108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5531844490835408108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5531844490835408108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-and-random.html' title='Busy and random.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4192BqyChI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFsoNuAJ35E/s72-c/heebum01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-2661743040201785314</id><published>2008-01-13T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:33:38.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend joy.</title><content type='html'>Oh my lord, I played SO MUCH Rock Band this weekend, it was unbelievable. I think that was the most American music that I've ever sung in my life; I even came out the other end of this weekend with an interest in the band FlyLeaf (it might have something to do with my joy in singing the song 'I'm So Sick' on Rock Band and having my brother's friend express his hate toward me for being able to sing like the original, that is, being able to sing in a "girly" voice - whaddya know?). When I went to bed on both Friday and Saturday night, I saw the vocal lines for Coheed and Cambria's 'Welcome Home' flashing across the back of my shut eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even enjoy playing the drums; the guitar, both lead and bass, might even be my least favorite instrument now, even though I still get a kick out of trying to beat Lou, the Devil, in Guitar Hero 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I have a mission; like a little pansy (but an awesome little pansy, knock on wood), I'm trying to spend as much time with my family as possible before I graduate high school this May and most likely move away to college in late August. I went on a long (but extremely beautiful and dare I say it, mystical) hike with my dad and two dogs this afternoon. I'm more of the athletic kid of the family (my brother is the artsy one), and so I can keep up with the walk-beast that is my father quite decently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then earlier this evening, I went to go see Sweeney Todd again with my mom and brother when Dad was watching football (and I saw Stacey and her mom and sister there, how coincidental). I could pay more attention the second time around because I knew when the gory parts were coming and wasn't sitting with my hands directly below my eyes the entire time. Oh, bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, to make this post even longer and more ramble-y, I must also mention that I watched the entirety (2 hours, 17 minutes, and 2 seconds for those at home) of the Morning Musume 4th Generation audition footage between late last night and early this morning. When I first got into Momusu (around February of last year), I liked 3rd Gen. simply because I was a Goto Maki fan. Then, I became a 5th Gen. fan because I really liked Niigaki Risa (who is still my Momusu favorite, I might add). However, I think I'm now officially a 4th. Gen. fan; 4th Gen. was all-around made of pure awesome and pwnage (Goto Maki's not even in H!P anymore, and 5th Gen. has Takahashi Ai, ugh). I love(d) every single 4th Gen. member, though, all the way from Yossie, resident Momusu "pretty-boy" and who I believe to have been the best Momusu leader ever to Rika AKA Charmy, now the leader of Biyuuden and doing a kick-arse job at it to Kago and Tsuji, the "terrible twins" of Momusu and eventual members of W. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my favorite part of the 4th Gen. audition footage was the KagoTsuji interaction. You could see them already acting as friends even when there were ten finalists left, and when Tsunku picked Kago to join Momusu, the camera cut to Tsuji, who had an expression of "Okay, she made it in. Man, I hope I'm next." Then, after Tsunku's selected three had been picked for 4th Gen. (Rika, Aibon, Yossie), he announced that he was adding an extra member on the spot. He then called out for Tsuji, and...and...&lt;em&gt;I cried&lt;/em&gt;. I freakin' cried. As the wuss I am, I bawled because 4th Gen. was now made of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Nono's my favorite from 4th Gen. simply because she was the "leftover one", the underdog, and she knew that; she used it, even, to her advantage and climbed to the top, right alongside Aibon, who had started out dazzling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I will end this excessively long update with a dance-shot W video, perhaps my favorite W video, because it was their last, and I think it was where Tsuji had finally grown equal to, or even surpassed, Aibon in stealing the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It makes me really want to find a friend and learn the dance to this; I need an Aibon to my Nono (I'm thinking of recruiting my friend, Becka, who knows nothing of JPop and just being like, "Here, do this, and I'll love you forever"). Yes, I would want to be Nono (the one with the redder hair and in the short shirt and shorts) for reasons stated above. I actually kinda know the dance somewhat, considering I smacked into the bathroom door while attempting to do it in front of the mirror the other morning before school. :D :D :D) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxdj0tIkESQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxdj0tIkESQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just realized a dumb mistake: Kago's no longer in H!P, and Tsuji's position is questionable, so I really shouldn't have used that Goto schtick above (I still love Gocchin!: 3rd and 4th Gens. rock, but 4th Gen. is slightly more awesome with that whole group dynamic and all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed to clear that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-2661743040201785314?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/2661743040201785314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=2661743040201785314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2661743040201785314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/2661743040201785314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-joy.html' title='Weekend joy.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-5736810156819007365</id><published>2008-01-11T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:26:16.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom dresses? Already?</title><content type='html'>Why, yes. I work at a bridal shop, and so I have been told repeatedly that I need to pick my dress NOW (yeah, in January, when the prom's actually in April), so that I get it before other people pick the one I want. So me and my two friends, Laura (who also works at the store) and Stacey (whose parents run the store), went after school to try on dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour and a half after three-person, half-naked flailing in a huge, mirror-filled bridal dressing-room, I think I know what I want. At least, it seemed that everybody in the store liked it on me, and my mom likes what I showed her from the booklet. ^_^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h160/vicious_vertigo/6004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h160/vicious_vertigo/6004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except in periwinkle. :D I tried on a size 20 today (the only one in stock, haha, and it had to be clipped in about three different places) and drowned. I'm going to need to order one that fits right, and thus, pay more. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get a discount. :DV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm just sitting at home debating on whether or not I should play Super Mario Galaxy. I was thinking of going to see Sweeney Todd again, but my friend, Brooke, never replied to my e-mails, and I don't have her phone number. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My brother's friends are coming over later to spend the night, and we're planning on playing Rock Band. :3 And I get to be vocals. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Me and three fourteen year-old boys are going to make a party of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Wonder Girls' song 'Tell Me' is one of the most extremely addicting things I have ever listened to. I don't even like it as a song that much, but I continually seek it out because of how addictive it is. I can understand now why the entirety of Korea is attempting to learn the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the PV contains grannies pushing baby carriages in front of oncoming school buses and old men (naked except for shifty-looking trench-coats) hiding in girls' locker-room lockers and flashing them excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game, Korea, good game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-5736810156819007365?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/5736810156819007365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=5736810156819007365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5736810156819007365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/5736810156819007365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/prom-dresses-already.html' title='Prom dresses? Already?'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7424734178399319156</id><published>2008-01-10T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:32:03.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ups&amp;downs.</title><content type='html'>Again, here I am during epidemiology time (it's due tomorrow, actually), and I'm wandering around the Internet instead. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today a travesty occurred! I was sitting in English class listening to my teacher rant about the poem "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time", and I was  fiddling with my semi-new YehSung headset necklace. And. And! &lt;em&gt;It broke. &lt;/em&gt; I guess I kinda deserved it because I kept bending the sides back, but I thought it did that on its own: I must've been forcing it. An entire headphone broke off, and I'm going to see if my dad can fix it tonight. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on a good note! I found out that my newest YesAsia order, Hey!Say!JUMP's single 'Ultra Music Power' has been shipped! Squee. It had been backordered (for whatever reason) to be shipped on the 18th, but my cries and summons for it obviously made it come sooner than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love me some screechy Chinen Yuri. Can't wait to hear that little, prepubescent voice through my CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my neighbor keeps racing some little toy car back&amp;forth, back&amp;forth, back&amp;forth, and it's driving me crazy! @_@ It's not like it's even a little kid; it's a grown man, and he's been at this for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just may cry if I hear it one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7424734178399319156?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7424734178399319156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7424734178399319156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7424734178399319156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7424734178399319156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-ups.html' title='My ups&amp;downs.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7767286764247128581</id><published>2008-01-08T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:59:57.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do love Super Junior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVzdqk7ufDQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVzdqk7ufDQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit for video to &lt;strong&gt;okata77&lt;/strong&gt; at YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm going to go to bed with A*Teens stuck in my head. ~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7767286764247128581?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7767286764247128581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7767286764247128581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7767286764247128581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7767286764247128581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-do-love-super-junior.html' title='I really do love Super Junior.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-4141434093988600959</id><published>2008-01-08T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:23:48.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do this.</title><content type='html'>I simply cannot concentrate on writing a beast-length epidemiology research paper for Anatomy&amp;amp;Physiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm trying to mess around with customizing this blog and watching SweetS PVs in the meantime. For some reason, I feel the need to keep watching the dance/non-Hawaii version of 'Mienai Tsubasa'. If I ever had any motivation to learn JPop/KPop dances on my own, this one would totally be on the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would even try to scrounge up black and white stuff to wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q09TS9lScq4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q09TS9lScq4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee! Haruna (the very first girl to sing) has such short hair that she almost looks like a boy. It's still adorable, though. ^_^ I've thought more than once that I should cut my hair like that, but my hair probably wouldn't look as good: I'm not Asian, anyway. I'm also trying to grow my hair out, and cutting it like Haruna's would negate the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish learning Kusumi Koharu's 'Balalaika' and C-ute's 'Soku Dakishimete' first. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-4141434093988600959?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/4141434093988600959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=4141434093988600959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4141434093988600959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/4141434093988600959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-do-this.html' title='I can&apos;t do this.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254875407477714048.post-7744199006118091249</id><published>2008-01-07T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:16:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll welcome myself here jovially.</title><content type='html'>It's late, I'm tired, and I should be going to bed. I have school tomorrow. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as always in my life, the Internet comes before my physical health and well-being. On that note, I'm starting this blog because my livejournal (&lt;a href="http://razzmadazz.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://razzmadazz.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;) used to be a paid account and ran out (thus, only fifteen icons again, which wounds me greatly), and my short-lived Vox account ( &lt;a href="http://kanashimitwilight644.vox.com/"&gt;http://kanashimitwilight644.vox.com/&lt;/a&gt;) seemed to constantly evade updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this one pans out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254875407477714048-7744199006118091249?l=cherryshoelace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/feeds/7744199006118091249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254875407477714048&amp;postID=7744199006118091249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7744199006118091249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254875407477714048/posts/default/7744199006118091249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryshoelace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-ill-welcome-myself-here.html' title='I think I&apos;ll welcome myself here jovially.'/><author><name>Stupid Iz-iot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370536031295590585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YBqhxWn8c_0/R4Py3RqyCdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biYvvDgZcSE/S220/100_0050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
