很久才歡迎西洲的新年。大家，新年快樂！
Hey, um, popping back into the internet for the weekend because I've managed to get ahead in my studies, but don't be offended if I vanish from the internet because I'm. Uh. Trying to do that.
It's part of this genius plan I have to convert all the time I waste goofing off on the internet into studying for school and hopefully that will turn my abysmal grades around. Yeah, sounds like common sense to everyone else, but for someone like me the concept of studying is about as easy to grasp as my Gibberish is to everyone else.
Ingg Baht eyn des ferwaus'h.
(That meant something along the lines of "And that's not easy" or "with good reason.")
The bright side is, the origins of the U.S. as viewed starting from American-Indian settlement on the American continent and including all the way to the Canary Islands is much easier to comprehend than the core concept of Hetalia. What with Cuba being able to instantly pop from Canada to Germany and Germany needing to schedule flights, I don't even know anymore.
And speaking of that, I highly recommend American Colonies by Alan Taylor. I've only read two chapters into it, but it's very exciting. Here is a story from last night to illustrate this:
It was midnight so I decided to tuck into bed, because I planned to wake up at seven-thirty the following morning. (I needed to attend an Anatomy class I had been waitlisted in because I had to change back into part A at the last minute. . . "£$%^&* that grade literal fail, and I didn't even make it in in the end, @+£$%^) As I do every night before I sleep (more or less) I read a few chapters of Narnia so I can finish up the Narnia books I have lying around unread and help myself get to sleep.
I'd plowed halfway through A Horse and His Boy before I realized I was too invested in the plot to feel sleepy (something I did not anticipate because of my disappointingly underwhelmed reaction to The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe) so I put the book away and turned off the lights and tried to sleep.
I laid awake for a really long time getting frustrated at myself for not being able to sleep when I went "Muggrit" and thought maybe if I read the next chapter in my history book it would be able to bore me to sleep.
An hour or so later I decided I should probably stop at Hispaniola because I seriously needed the sleep and we weren't even supposed to be reading about that yet. The end of the section required a few mental slaps-in-the-face to get the book put away because Genoan explorers sailing to a new continent and telling the royals of Spain that "It's India, no seriously, I'm plowing north right now looking for Japan, I swear it'll be there, don't listen to what England and France and Portugal tell you they're wrong" is hilarious and sympathetic and slightly tragic and sort of loops around to meet admirable on the other side. Ol' Chris clutching a tattered copy of Marco Polo's Adventures In China like his favourite teddy bear, aww.
By the way the idiot version I wrote up there is in no way close to anything that was actually written in the book, I just have a bad habit of making everything sound stupid when I'm trying to describe it. Speaking of which, trying to explain why "THE HOGFATHER GIVES PRESENTS. THERE'S NO BETTER PRESENT THAN A FUTURE" is such a heartwarming, tearjerking line to a group of people who've probably only willingly touched the Fantasy genre with a ten-foot-pole is not a very realistic goal.
So yeah, don't listen to my dumb summarization, listen to my glowing recommendation and check it out of the library or something if you're interested. (Though knowing the sort of friends I make, I'm probably the last one in on the secret; I wouldn't be surprised.)
In other news the 2010 Hetalia Christmas Special was strangely sweet in random ways and UWAHHH SO COOL and omg I'm in love with Hetalia all over again. I don't even know why. The plot was obviously some half-baked contrivance to get characters to shed clothes left and right, but unlike the past ones which were also like that, this one was. . . what's the word. My languages are failing me. Rather than another joke about France's perverse lust it was an actually kind of desperate action and in the end everyone worked together to save them and. . . it was just about the stupidest yet sweetest story about world unity and global cooperation that I've ever read. And Romano got to save the day~! And Spain got to be straight! And so did Prussia! And Sealand actually might have kicked the most ass out of everyone in that story and that is so cool.
Hmm, I'd said I was popping in but this is way more than a popping in now and it's gone straight into ramble territory. Damn, when am I ever going to practice my Chinese again? No way I'm doing it now that the whole entry is so long already. . . [/lazy]
It's part of this genius plan I have to convert all the time I waste goofing off on the internet into studying for school and hopefully that will turn my abysmal grades around. Yeah, sounds like common sense to everyone else, but for someone like me the concept of studying is about as easy to grasp as my Gibberish is to everyone else.
Ingg Baht eyn des ferwaus'h.
(That meant something along the lines of "And that's not easy" or "with good reason.")
The bright side is, the origins of the U.S. as viewed starting from American-Indian settlement on the American continent and including all the way to the Canary Islands is much easier to comprehend than the core concept of Hetalia. What with Cuba being able to instantly pop from Canada to Germany and Germany needing to schedule flights, I don't even know anymore.
And speaking of that, I highly recommend American Colonies by Alan Taylor. I've only read two chapters into it, but it's very exciting. Here is a story from last night to illustrate this:
It was midnight so I decided to tuck into bed, because I planned to wake up at seven-thirty the following morning. (I needed to attend an Anatomy class I had been waitlisted in because I had to change back into part A at the last minute. . . "£$%^&* that grade literal fail, and I didn't even make it in in the end, @+£$%^) As I do every night before I sleep (more or less) I read a few chapters of Narnia so I can finish up the Narnia books I have lying around unread and help myself get to sleep.
I'd plowed halfway through A Horse and His Boy before I realized I was too invested in the plot to feel sleepy (something I did not anticipate because of my disappointingly underwhelmed reaction to The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe) so I put the book away and turned off the lights and tried to sleep.
I laid awake for a really long time getting frustrated at myself for not being able to sleep when I went "Muggrit" and thought maybe if I read the next chapter in my history book it would be able to bore me to sleep.
An hour or so later I decided I should probably stop at Hispaniola because I seriously needed the sleep and we weren't even supposed to be reading about that yet. The end of the section required a few mental slaps-in-the-face to get the book put away because Genoan explorers sailing to a new continent and telling the royals of Spain that "It's India, no seriously, I'm plowing north right now looking for Japan, I swear it'll be there, don't listen to what England and France and Portugal tell you they're wrong" is hilarious and sympathetic and slightly tragic and sort of loops around to meet admirable on the other side. Ol' Chris clutching a tattered copy of Marco Polo's Adventures In China like his favourite teddy bear, aww.
By the way the idiot version I wrote up there is in no way close to anything that was actually written in the book, I just have a bad habit of making everything sound stupid when I'm trying to describe it. Speaking of which, trying to explain why "THE HOGFATHER GIVES PRESENTS. THERE'S NO BETTER PRESENT THAN A FUTURE" is such a heartwarming, tearjerking line to a group of people who've probably only willingly touched the Fantasy genre with a ten-foot-pole is not a very realistic goal.
So yeah, don't listen to my dumb summarization, listen to my glowing recommendation and check it out of the library or something if you're interested. (Though knowing the sort of friends I make, I'm probably the last one in on the secret; I wouldn't be surprised.)
In other news the 2010 Hetalia Christmas Special was strangely sweet in random ways and UWAHHH SO COOL and omg I'm in love with Hetalia all over again. I don't even know why. The plot was obviously some half-baked contrivance to get characters to shed clothes left and right, but unlike the past ones which were also like that, this one was. . . what's the word. My languages are failing me. Rather than another joke about France's perverse lust it was an actually kind of desperate action and in the end everyone worked together to save them and. . . it was just about the stupidest yet sweetest story about world unity and global cooperation that I've ever read. And Romano got to save the day~! And Spain got to be straight! And so did Prussia! And Sealand actually might have kicked the most ass out of everyone in that story and that is so cool.
Hmm, I'd said I was popping in but this is way more than a popping in now and it's gone straight into ramble territory. Damn, when am I ever going to practice my Chinese again? No way I'm doing it now that the whole entry is so long already. . . [/lazy]