Spiritual and Fan Chiz

Hello world!

I'm so lame. Did you know I'm lame? I'm so lame.

Last week I totally forgot that I'd been planning to write about going with the sister missionaries!

I went with them for two meetings with an investigator girl I already recognized at a park. The sister missionaries were basically talking the entire time except the one moment when they asked me a few questions. I'm sad (but unsurprised) to say that I don't think my answers were very good. Maybe part of it was feeling too nervous.

I also finished the Book of Mormon all by myself again that Thursday! *applause soundtrack* When I told my dad the day after, he suggested reading the BoM in Spanish this time around. I was like "Ooookay?..." but now that I'm doing it, I think that was a splendid idea.

See, I'm mainly reading in Spanish, but, in another tab on Gospel Library, I have the same section in English. So, if I find a word in Spanish that I'm not totally sure of the meaning, I just see what it was in English. That helps me improve my vocab (though usually I already have a good, but vague, idea of what the word means).

And, also, because of the fact that I have to slow down and read more carefully because it's not English, I pay more attention. I have already caught one or two details I hadn't noticed before, and I've only read up to Chapter 6 of 1 Nephi. 

So this is interesting. *smile*

This week, a few times, we went to check out apartments in an area close to us. It's cheaper and has more Hispanics, but is still nice and, far as I know, the people are pretty nice too. I like where we live now, but the prob, Bob, is that it's a bit expensive.

Turns out, however, that most of the apartment complexes there may not have an opening (or at least not that soon) and may not even be that much of an improvement in price range. So, I guess I won't be moving for now. I don't know if I'll be staying at the school (by the way, I got my school schedule a few days ago!) I'm supposed to be at in our current location for the whole year or maybe just a semester, depending on how the apartment hunting goes. Besides the fact I'll have to do online seminary at this school cuz they don't have release time (UGH!), I'm actually kinda excited to try out the new year. It'll be a fresh start... all over again. And I'm actually interested in a club or two!

I'm guessing I haven't mentioned the 8tracks playlist yet? I did, however mention a crazy Gravity Falls fanfic I read, probably not by name. A fan of the story made a fanmix (I didn't even know things like fanmixes existed) for it. It actually had some cool songs (none of which I'd ever heard before) that somehow fit the story perfectly! I've been listening to it every once in a while since then. I even went so far as to play a few of the songs for my sis. Yeah, I'm temporarily addicted to the playlist.

Strangely, I'm most addicted to the first song: "Misguided Ghosts" by Paramore. The first few times I heard it I didn't really like it, but now it's really grown on me. I've been doing that thing where I put the lyrics into my iPod Notes, then replay the song over and over in my head until the whole thing's memorized and then some.

If you look up this link, consider reading the actual fic too. It's interesting and somehow brings out different emotions in you at the same time- something the playlist echoes very well, which is part of why I love it.

http://m.8tracks.com/tazattack/walk-the-line-side-a

Yesterday I read another fic (FMA this time) that reminded me of Two Souls, One Armor. Al and the OC were still technically sharing his body... just in a different way. The OC is also from our side of the Gate, unlike in my own story (that I have complete and utter writer's block on! *tear*). The way it's written is pretty different, too- and by this point the author's starting to veer off the canon-timeline, which I'm really excited about! I never really did that with Two Souls, One Armor, though I should have considered it.

A girl sent me a PM on FFN, asking if I wanted to RP with her, saying she kinda wanted to try out her FMA OC. I figured "Eh, why not?"

Basically, she plays her OC and I play everyone else, though she often does a few other characters' lines too. She mainly does her OC, though.

I'm not totally sure about her OC. I think I'm supposed to think she's cool, but I'm kinda unconvinced. For some reason, people that make FMA OCs often make the characters total violent jerks. I assume they're trying to make them similar to Ed, but... Ed is somehow charming despite his flaws. Even if you weren't a fangirl and actually had to deal with him in person, you'd probably be annoyed by him at first, but you'd quickly see his true intentions and stuff and you'd like him. (Part of Arakawa's genius at work, I guess.) Some of these OCs? Not so much. They're often huge bipolar buttholes that are usually on the "particularly buttholey" end of their personality spectrum.

Other than that, the RPing hasn't been so bad. I think I'm doing a decent job of playing "all the canon characters" considering I haven't really done much RP with them besides Ed and Al. She's probably annoyed by my own interpretation of characters at times, since it sometimes is different from what she wants to eventually happen, but I'm just putting down what I think is realistic. *shrug* ...Except for the moment when I plopped Olivier in there. The poor girl doesn't even know who she is yet and never saw that coming. *cackle* I hope I haven't ruined Olivier for her before she's even gotten to read/watch about her in the actual series.

Last thing! We've been starting to consider different Halloween costume ideas, again focusing on makeup. My sis thinks I could be pretty decent at it, so she wants us to go hardcore. I know I did a decent job with my own makeup last year, but it was good considering I'd never done face paint like that before. (I drew long rows of sharp teeth over my actual mouth on the bottom half of my face. The rest was just white and black around the eyes.) We're gonna start actually practicing and experimenting with different makeup ideas as soon as we can.

K bai!

Chained

Gravity was the only thing that controlled me

I'd skip circles round law and the crown of fate

But take cover, 'cause now you're near an open flame

Take cover, 'cause you're near my open grave

Don't know how if I'm invincible

I'm chained

Chained down to the ground

Made from steel

Man of steel can't set me free

The links don't break unlike my morale

But I'm coming for you now

I'll do it somehow

I used to say "gravity's the only thing that controls me"

My flaw was thinking that nothing could take me down

So what do you do when someone cuts off your arrogant wings?

They were just fake, it seems

But the wounds may still never heal

I'm chained

Chained down to the ground

Made from steel

Man of steel can't set me free

The links don't break unlike my morale

But I'm coming for you now

I'll do it somehow

Running, running, running out of time

If I don't get out now, when will I?

I've already learned my lesson, so why won't the chains let me go?

I'm pushed back and forth, like in my dreams

I think that I'm free, but it's just me

In reality, I may never get to see

You again

I'm chained

Chained down to the ground

Made from steel

Man of steel can't set me free

The links don't break unlike my morale

But I'm coming for you now

I'll do it somehow

They don't break,  but I do break

Yet I'm still trying to escape

I may not be invincible

But I'll find my way out here

I'm coming for you now

I'll do it somehow

I'm coming for you now

I'll do it somehow

(I got part of this done back in May, but, this morning, finally got the inspiration to fill in the rest and turn it into a full song. Yay!)

Puppy Ed?

Hello world!

Don't you just love when your iPod dies in the middle of writing your post and so, therefore, most of it wasn't saved? There were at least 2 rants in there. Gold. And it's all gone.

Well, no way am I gonna rewrite all of that again.

Basically, I said that I've been included in Scaehime's group of friends who put me as their beta (for a story that turns out to be too romancey for my own tastes but I can't exactly back out now), and I explained my reasons for why I'd never made a Google+ account until now after all this time G+ has existed (which were because I thought it wasn't worth it, I didn't want to put my real name onto all my Google-related stuff, and just doing it out of spite at Google).

Now, a few months ago (near the beginning of the summer, I think), Scaehime had given me a one-word-prompt: lamppost/centaur. (It's supposed to use either, not both.) of course, I thought "lamppost" would be much easier, and I actually thought of a few half-baked ideas for it, but none of them were concrete enough for me to start writing. It frustrated me so much that I just couldn't think of a good story for either word.

Then, two nights ago, the solution came to me:

Everything in the FMA-verse is the same, except Colonel Mustang's a centaur- he's an actual mustang.

I know it's lousy, but it's seriously all I got, okay?!

I presented the idea to Scaehime in chat yesterday, and she said back (paraphrasing), "What if everyone's a human-animal hybrid?"

Thus, what I'm just gonna call the Animal!AU was born.

My thought is to write a whole one-shot where as many characters in their hybrid forms can be presented, the focus being on Ed and Mustang.

Ed... It was a little hard to choose what he'd be. Mainly, I was thinking between a cat and some sort of dog or animal related to a dog. He probably actually acts more like a cat, but Neko!Ed is a little overused and often put into disturbing situations.

I ultimately decided dog because I realized that Risembool's villagers would probably all be some sort of sheepdog.

I actually looked up breeds of dogs. I first looked up the oldest breeds in the world (because of Van) and chose the Saluki, then looked up herding dogs and decided Trisha would be Corgi or Collie. Collie won out when I drew dog ears on Trisha (I didn't take a pic because her face isn't looking so hot in the drawing since her face wasn't the focus), but I figure she might still be part Corgi. Ed could say that's why he's short (if he ever actually admitted his lack of stature). *laugh*

I quickly tried doodling Ed with dog ears on him- mainly Collie- and I think it came out surprisingly well.

His bangs have never looked better (by my hand).

I forgot to put his braid, but let's just pretend it's out of sight~

My idea is that, in this world, everyone is a hybrid- they're basically chimeras, but they were born that way. If you know FMA, you know there's kinda different ratios of human to animal- in the case of Dolcetto, for example, he had the heightened senses and loyalty of a dog, not the physical features of one. In this AU, that's the case with everyone- some people that are part cat won't really have anything to show for it, and some people look a little too much like a cat, with whiskers and fur and everything. In Ed's case, he probably ended up with dog ears and maybe a tail (sounding like Neko!Ed, but oh well), and Mustang... Well, he got a whole lotta horse, so much he's basically a centaur.

I'm kinda trying to figure out how Al would look if he wasn't in armor... Did he match his brother when they were kids? I feel like he'd either have the same features or less.

This one-shot is gonna need a lot more careful consideration than most of my previous one-shots if I want it to actually be good enough to face any other eyes, even Scaehime's.

Man, I really miss those rants that got erased. *tear* WHY, IPOD?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?! DIE AT THE WORST MOMENT?!

Self-Portraits and Manga

Hey-o, world!

I think I mentioned that my sister gave me another journal as my birthday present this year, right?

So, the pages turned out to be blank except for a cute little Grumpy Cat at the top corner.

I spent the first page doodling an eye I considered calling the Yuri eye (which is because I'd been thinking about that specific name at the same time as when I drew that eye design), but then decided it didn't look so good, so I scrapped the idea. On the second half of the page, I started on a project I'd wanted to do for a long time now... Figure out how to draw my own eye. I mean, I could only draw myself with dots for eyes or the square ones I invented in 6th grade, and, let's face it- even though those are cute and unique, they don't look anything like any other anime eyes I draw. I couldn't draw myself with some other character if I used those eyes! And I was supposedly wanting to improve my drawing skills! And I wanted them to look more like my actual eyes!

So, I was experimenting a little and settled for a certain eye shape for myself, and so on the next page I tried doing a self-portrait...

I actually went a little more realistic than normal. And, because of the same reason, I actually signed the drawing. (I sure hope no one can read that first signature.)

I'd been planning to make the irises bigger than that, but somehow they ended up smaller. Eh, that's basically what happens with a lot of my other eyes for characters like Al, so I guess it's just how I draw. *shrug*

Though I still feel like the eyes could look more like my real ones, I'm generally pretty happy with this pic. The rest of it actually looks like me. (Fun fact: my glasses actually are full-rimmed, it's just that, usually, anime characters with glasses have eyes too big for full-rimmed glasses. My glasses are really oversized, though, unlike most anime glasses, even with the top rim not drawn in, which I think is kinda funny.)

Here's the journal itself:

*aw*

And the Grumpy Cats on the corners of the pages!

*more aw*

Now moving on from my drawing journal! My mom's teaching the Tahitian dance again. For the YW (and any other girls and women that want to participate) at an international night thing. At the end of the first lesson (in which few ladies showed up) my mom had all of us write down the lyrics, and I realized... I'd actually been saying a few parts wrong. *fml: fart my life*

People in this ward tend to have this annoying habit of not showing up, so I'm hoping we'll actually be able to pull together enough to do a decent performance, even though I'm sure all the girls will miss at least one practice. *deep sigh*

Besides that, I'm supposed to go with the sister missionaries for one of their appointments- which I've never done before- so I hope that goes okay. And I hope I don't have to speak too much Spanish. I know I'm probably technically better at the sister missionaries with Spanish, but not that much, right?! I'm not good with explaining in my second language... *nervous sweating*

The 10th chapter of "Visiting Homeland" is coming up! And... I still don't know what it is Ed and Al will discover so they can go home. I'm not even sure how long I want them to be there. I mean, a few weeks would be ridiculous considering they'd feel like they had a really close deadline, but just a few days would be equally ridiculous. GAH! Sometimes I really wish I'd stop winging it on the stories I actually post. *tear*

I've read some more graphic novels from the library! I started on Cirque du Freak. I think my sister was annoyed that I read the manga version first, but, honestly... I wasn't even aware if Cirque du Freak was a book-book or graphic novel or both; I just saw the title, was like "Hey! I've heard this is good!" and grabbed it. *shrug* It's interesting, though I have a question... Does Darren do more assistant-y/apprentice-y stuff later in the series? It seems like he should've been doing so since the beginning, but wasn't actually really doing anything of the sort in the first books. Just me.

I read the first book of A Centaur's Life. All that I will tell you... Do not read A Centaur's Life.

Princess Decomposia and Count Spatula by Andi Watson (a graphic novel, not manga) is actually pretty good. I recommend reading it.

I started again on Black Jack (not to be confused with Jack Black's autobiography, if he happens to actually have one). It's an interesting mix... I mean, here's Astro Boy's creator making a medical drama. The way people are drawn, in general, is very cartoony- except for Black Jack himself. There's the drawings of surgeries taking place, but also the cute cartoony characters like Pinoko on the next page. It's so serious, yet... Sometimes, it's hard to take it so seriously because of the drawing style. 

I like learning a little bit at a time of Black Jack's past, and how he's actually being a total sweetie when at first he seems cold. He really cares about people even as he runs them out of their savings.

So... Black Jack by Ozamu Tezuka, big thumbs-up from me! It's unlike anything I've ever read before- in a good way!

That's it for now, besides a SHOUTOUT TO DARKRAI FOR BEING AWESOME! Bai!

Come What May & ♥ It.

Hello world!

The title is a quote from Joseph Wirthlin I heard last Sunday, but forgot to put it in my post. ...Well, technically, his mother said that, but it's still cute. "Come what may and love it." In other words, whatever happens in life, just let it happen and stay positive.

I'm not sure if I've written about this for my Faith project, but I felt inclined to recount my tale about scripture study, so here goes.

Now, in my first year of seminary, I started reading a chapter from the Book of Mormon every night. The suggested amount of time to read every day was at least 10 minutes, but I rarely read for that long. I thought that was okay, though, cuz I'm still reading a chapter- I was just reading it a little fast. I usually read the whole month, but maybe missed one or two days because I was so tired I passed out before I could even remember I was supposed to read before sleeping.

I think, once I finished the whole BoM, I didn't bother to start over again.

Then my second year of seminary rolled around.

I dunno if it was just me, but the whole "10 minutes" thing seemed to be emphasized more. Still, I read about the same amount as I used to the first night.

There were papers to mark off when you read and what chapters you read. At the beginning, my sis and I would take the classes together, so I hesitantly asked her if it had to be 10 minutes, even if I read a whole chapter or two. She gave me this look and said "Yeah?..."

I felt bad at that moment, and decided I'd try reading the whole 10 minutes from then on.

It was actually kinda hard at first. I think, before, I'd really only been reading for 5, maybe 7 minutes. But it made me force myself to slow down and really try to soak in the words so that I could last the whole 10. I still have trouble with it. I often read for a while and check the time, only to see I have a looong way to go.

I believe it was only in the week after the start of seminary and the school year when... I believe I've written before about that really, really stressful and sucky day where I got sicced with 3 school projects at the same time (or was it 4?) and wasn't handling the stress so well. (Now that I think about it... If that's what my sister feels like when she's so stressed she breaks down, I actually understand her.)

After all the horrible hours of wondering how I was supposed to accomplish ANY of this and such (I realized earlier today just how much I used to say "and such" a year ago), the day was over and I was supposed to go to bed. My mom actually asked me if I wanted a blessing from my dad (who holds the priesthood), but I told her that, at that point, I desperately just wanted to sleep.

But I did not forget about reading scriptures. That's not the issue here.

I started pulling up the Gospel Library on my phone as I hoped that they'd actually help me- maybe cheer me up, or at least start to take my mind off of how sucky the day was. Who knows, I may actually encounter some wisdom to get me through the next day.

But guess what happened?

The app wouldn't work. I tried a few times, my frustration and desperation increasing, but it just refused to actually do anything.

I turned off my phone and angrily got into bed, now not even bothering to do a quick prayer.

I'd cried myself to sleep that night.

I know   I'd been overreacting- I'd been doing so for that entire day- and even in the moment I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it. I'd never been so stressed, even through all the moves and stuff I've been through. Luckily, things started working out for me the next day, and I managed to get a pretty decent grade on the projects that remained. Not 100%, but getting there.

For one thing, I found out just how awesome my mom is. I was a sniffling bratty wimp at home that day, but she stayed calm and tried to help me as much as she could so I could focus and get stuff done. And she's continued to be that caring and supporting mother she is time and time again for me and my sister.

And it was because of that experience that I realized something (though not about my mom). All the way up to that day, I'd been taking the scriptures for granted. They've always been there my entire life. Of course I've always been grateful for them, but I didn't quite realize what it would be like if I didn't have them.

If I may quote what I said at girl's camp: "The moment I needed [the scriptures] the most, it felt like they were just... ripped out of my hands. It was because of that that I realized just how much we really need the scriptures, how much we need their comfort. If we didn't have them... life would suck so much more."

Seriously. Do you know how much it hurt when I was looking forward to my scripture study and I was refused that opportunity? It was practically a slap in the face, an insult to injury, especially in the mental state I was in.

Even though things were already getting better, it was a huge relief when I tried the Gospel Library the next night and it did work.

It'd been from that day onward that I decided I really needed to not take the BoM for granted. I wanted to be truly glad to start my scripture study every night and learn new things in the scriptures.

During seminary, when I couldn't find the papers where you check off the days you read, I said "Whatever, I'll just make sure I read every single night so that there's no point to keeping the paper." I actually made the goal, the promise that I'd not need the sheets because I was sure I'd finish the BoM again that year and that I wouldn't miss another day of reading.

I have succeeded at that promise. That year of seminary, the only days I missed were that very first day and the stressful day. And even after  the school year, I've been reading every night. I plan to read every night for the rest of my life, no matter how tired I get or whatever other poo happens. I'll try to get those 10 minutes in.

Ya know, there was actually an entry in the seminary journal that I'd written about this. How I'd always remember those days so that I could become better from the experiences. Being the FMA-niac I am, I compared it to Ed's watch.

Silver Watch

On my reading chart, there are two days unmarked. The first is the very first day, because I did not read enough. I used to just read an average of a chapter a day, and I read fast. (I am still having difficulty reading over 3-5 minutes.) The second day is the Monday of the following week.

There is no way I will ever forget those unmarked blanks.

The first reminds me of what I used to do, who I used to be, and that I need to work even harder on having a better habit of reading (and be better in general). The second reminds me of one of the worst days of my life.

While the reminder is not literally in my pocket like a silver watch, I will carry this around everywhere I go. It's not October 3, 1911 for me. It's August 18th, 2014.

It's not to remind myself of a promise to both myself and my brother. I need it to remind myself that I have had worse days. If I got through that day, I can definitely go through this. I need it to remind myself that Jesus Christ knows exactly how I feel all the time. He knew how it felt before I felt it. It's something that had to happen to me, and I'm not letting it go.

In some weird way, it was also one of the best days of my life.

Guys, it is possible, and it really will bless you. If it takes a trial for you to get your butt in gear like for me, so be it. See, this trial really was quite excruciating at the time, even if it wasn't for very long. But trials exist to bless you, to teach you, and to give you a chance to relate to other people and help other through their own trials. God gives you trials he knows you're strong enough to overcome- and if you're not, he gives you what you need so you can grow and become strong enough to overcome. He isn't just beating you down, he's giving you room to go up. 

I know you may be at a tough point in your life, but there's always a way to conquer and return to a state of happiness again. Be grateful for your trials! Heavenly Father believes in you and wants you to make it through, stronger than ever!

And don't take the scriptures for granted. This is the final dispensation and the gospel will never be taken from the Earth again, but that doesn't mean you can just be like "oh yeah, cool" with the gospel principles without taking action! Both faith and acting upon your faith are necessary, so not just knowing the scriptures are true, but reading them are necessary for it to actually count! 

I know everything about the gospel is true and here for our benefit. Our lives sincerely suck much more when we don't have it with us. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

(Wow, 1.5 hours to write this whole thing!)

No Pido Mucho

Si no vas a mi balcón

Voy a tuyo

Si no me das un canción

Escucha mío

Yo estaba paciente

Para qué me digas algo

Pero es demasiado tarde

Y voy a tomar mi turno

No pido mucho

Sólo que bajes de ahí

No pido mucho

Sólo que sales con mí

Si no vas a mi balcón

Voy a tuyo

Si no pides por un baile

Síguete a mi paso

Sé que eres nervioso

De qué será mi respuesta

Pero te digo ahora

Que estaba esperando

Para ti

No pido mucho

Sólo que bajes de ahí

No pido mucho

Sólo que sales con mí

No pido mucho

Sólo que bajes de ahí

No fuiste a mi balcón

Entonces vengo a ti

¡Ey!

Fun Birthday, Un-Fun Age

Hello world!

On the plane back home, I considered what I would make my Facebook status on my birthday. It went a little something like this.

What? lilaclily00 is 16? She's growing up? That can't be right. She is forever young. People don't just GROW UP. People don't just gain years and lose reasons to continue being immature and avoid responsibility. It just doesn't happen. No way is lilaclily00 16.

Then again, she never wrote about herself speaking in 3rd person, so what does she know?

Aw great. ;-; lilaclily00 is 16 and a lazy old fart.

My sister complained it's long, so I put something else instead. *derp*

Anyway, wow! I never thought the day would come- and honestly dreaded it. I still kinda dread being 16. *squirms about uncomfortably*

Anyway, uh... Oh! We got some new folklore dresses a few days before leaving Mexico. Of course, I was most excited about getting the Jalisco dresses- after all, I was gonna be measured! And I got to choose the color, which happened to be orange. Jalisco is just so fun and I remember everything (I think), unlike almost all the other dances. *ehe....*

The trip back to the US was easier this time. Still plenty tiring, of course, and we still had to deal with LAX, but at least we knew better how to maneuver around there. In fact, we practically made a new record for getting from international security all the way to our gate.

Also quite surprising, we got seats on the planes that were quite close to the front. As in, not first class but right behind it. That hasn't happened to us in, excuse me, forever? We've even gotten ones aaaaaall the way in the back, basically by the last rows, before. And in both planes we got seats much higher, including in the bigger plane from Mexico to LA!

We spent the day after arriving just lazing around and getting back into the normal summer routine, and the day after that was my birthday!

We started that off by trying out the local public transportation to get to the Portland Zoo (after I put on a cute dress we got in Tepo). The way there I was a bit anxious since I was really hoping we wouldn't mess up what stop we get off and stuff, but it was actually pretty easy, so I felt much better when we were returning from there.

I didn't think we'd actually get something from the zoo gift shop, but we ended up getting stuffed animals (of course), a penguin for me and a polar beat for my sis. I feel cliche and predictable for making that move, but the stuffed animals there were seriously so cute and so cuddly!!! *squee while glomping penguin*

Once we were back home, I reminded my sis that I said we were gonna watch Disney movies on my birthday. She kept acting totally cool about it, but I know she also totally would've changed the movie if she didn't think it'd disappoint me. And, as I expected out of her, I caught her doing something on her phone (probs FB) instead of watching a few times. *deep sigh* Eh, close enough.

I'd wanted to watch Tangled and Enchanted with her, but it turned out neither were on Netflix (really?! Have you noticed that Netflix often has everything except what you want to watch at the moment?) so I settled for Aristocats and Hercules. Gosh, I always loved Aristocats, even though it'd been years since I last saw it.

We went to eat at this good Vietnamese place near the house (that also serves burgers?) and, when we returned, I asked if we could put on one last Disney movie, and saw Netflix call to me to put on The Emperor's Last Groove. Also a great movie.

I dunno, I think, even though I didn't receive a quazillion presents or a fancy party or anything, this was a pretty great party.

Too bad I'm now 16. *tear* Future Me, please tell me this doesn't turn out to be a sucky year, cuz something in my gut had told me for a while now this will sincerely suck.

I... thought I'd have more to say this time. I think I actually did, but kept procrastinating, and by this point I don't even remember what I wanted to put. *shrug*

WAAAAAAIIIIIIIT I WROTE WHAT I WANTED TO WRITE DOWN SOMEWHERE!!! Hold up.

Okay. So, what I forgot to write was that in Mexico we went to the Frida Kahlo museum (which is in her house) and (half of) the Anthropology Museum. The latter is so crazy huuuuuge. Duuuuuuuuude! We'll have to come back to see the other half sometime! *clever chuckle*

Also, that I finally thought of the title for LRxFMA!!! Father's Lab Rats. Van, at some point, just ended up saying something that made me drop everything and be like "this is it." Well, not literally drop everything, but mentally. If that makes sense.

Aaaand, eh, maybe there's something else that I'll share next week? Has to do with doodling.

Right after posting this I'm putting up a little song I thought of. If, for some reason I became a famous singer, I decided I had to do at least one song in Spanish, preferably with a mariachi. VIVA MÉXICO, am I right?! So, ideally, the song would be done with a mariachi band.

It's about how I've always wanted a boy to come serenade me- but, if there's some kid I really liked and I knew he liked me back but he just didn't have the guts to say something to me, perhaps I'd have to go to him. I don't know if my Spanish grammar is absolutely perfect in the song, but it sounds right to me, so. *shrug*

While I hope you like the song, don't think I'm a feminist or something. I'm not a "girl power!" girl. I just think it's fair to try to go for the guy if you like him and he's nice. That's all.