Thank goodness backups are every Saturday.
I've got nothing to do. Forums are down, as you can see. FB is boring, but I'm keeping myself online because people keep asking for info. Perhaps we can get a group up for the time being. I'll have to talk to some of the others first.
And that's why I'm here. Again. God, it's so boring. Yes, I can go down to TvTropes, but I've got enough tabs.
So, that's why I'm gonna explain some stuff over here. In a fanfic, this will be the expository chapter. And since this isn't, as far as you're concerned, this is where I'll store the stock answers.
1) Why do I like Suzumiya Haruhi so much?
- The plot. It's kinda like sci-fi, written in a slice-of-life style, with a tangle of romantic subplots surrounding the unreliable narrator enough for any ship to go wild with joy.
- Speaking of ships, I was a Kyon/Yuki. Then I read Meet the Suzumiyas, and I loved it. It was awesome, particularly Chapter 10, where Kyon goes up against Oruki (Haruhi's (literally) kickass father)). Don't wanna explain the events leading up to this though. In my defence against the Kyon/Yuki mob no doubt forming outside as you read, I loved it mainly because Kyon is awesome. Come on, Yuki can manipulate data, Haruhi can warp reality, Mikuru is... well the mascot/time traveller who ends up masterminding the events by sending Kyon to Bamboo Leaf Rhapsody, and Itsuki is just the ambiguously gay ESPer who has the job of calming down Haruhi's subconscious.
Kyon however, is way more awesome. He can trigger massive changes in Yuki and Haruhi with just a few words. Yuki is seen to love Kyon (Come on, she did make a whole new universe for him, where everything is normal, and Haruhi out of the way. Then she left him a way out just in case he wanted Haruhi back into the equation).
And Haruhi?
Oh. She doesn't know her powers... yet. Should Kyon admit that he is John Smith, it would trigger the memory for Haruhi's vandalism of the field during Tanabata, and convince her that time-travelers are real. From there, it'll be easy for Kyon to trigger her memory of that Saturday after Haruhi almost destroyed the world, where he explained who Yuki, Mikuru and Itsuki really are.
Sure, he's normal, but he holds the greatest power.
Moving on from the ships...
- Kyon's stream-of-consciousness monologue. Whaddya mean it isn't awesome? He goes from bemoaning the fact that he is a Slave of Suzumiya (SoS pun), to him and his crush (read: sexual thoughts) on Mikuru, due to her oversized rack. Then he peppers it with allusions, references to other works, and to previous stories, something which my stories emulate. Yeah. He talks about getting his Purple Diploma chucked into a drain, then mentions refers to Socrates's death a few paragraph later. A few paragraphs before that, he mentions Veritaserum, and mentions before that about the Mohorovicic Discontinuity. Refer to The Melancholy of Asahina Mikuru.
- Haruhi's genre-savvy nature. She seeked to build a club made of herself, a good friend, a mascot, an emotionless girl and a mysterious transfer student. She also wished to have a murder mystery, where they (and the murderer) are trapped on an island. Okay, so the last one was a show put on by Itsuki and the ridiculously rich and powerful Organization.
- Blackmail. Oh, can you count the number of times this happened? How Haruhi stole for themselves a computer, and the resulting showdown through a real-time arcade style game. THe most epic would be (again) where Kyon blackmails the IDSE to not destroy Yuki. Or he'd let Haruhi loose to hunt down the IDSE and bring Yuki back.
Understandably, I look a lot like a Kyon/Haruhi. I won't deny it, I support both ships. Kyon/Haruhi would be the scenario where Yuki told the truth in Charmed At First Sight LOVER, where she said she couldn't/wouldn't survive 10 years. Kyon/Yuki is... well, the opposite. I'm starting to feel that things are heading towards the Kyon/Haruhi ship. Kyon whole-heartedly supports Haruhi in Dissociation, and as mentioned by Itsuki countless times, especially in Day of Sagittarius, Kyon trusts Haruhi.
A LOT.
Haruhi believes that with Kyon on their side, noting can go wrong, and even bets on Mikuru's and Yuki's membership. Of course, it ends happily for our resident Tsundere/sociopath and Yuki decides to help out in the Computer Research Society. Like when she made an OS that worked with any software ever released.
I think I should move on now...
2) Why do I use so many references, lampshades, in-jokes and internet memes in my threads?
- Note that they are in descending order. There's a reason why.
- References. As seen in previous question, I was inspired by Kyon's narration style. At least you don't have to guess and research about it, and I won't base a whole thread around Euler's Planar Graph Formula, no matter how entertaining I make it. It's just... way too much information.
- Lampshading. It's just way too much fun not to. After I gained access to the summary blog (All of us were given access when we were inducted anyway), I changed the template. What happened was that the designer we hired made a mistake and labelled the last section wrongly, leaving out Section 4. It was glossed over. I changed Section 3's placeholder text to be:
Semi-regular/Regular pieces go here. Otherwise, insert snarky comment about Section 4's disappearance.
And since nobody made the rather obvious Suzumiya Haruhi reference, I did.
As an added Genius Bonus to anybody who got that, I assumed they are well-versed enough with mathematics and made a Transformers reference and a pun on prime suspects.
- In-jokes. These are just because I'm in the forums long enough for people to easily identify me, and thus, I'm given free rein by the mods. It also helps that Kelly can ban/unban people, and that mods can unban themselves, but only admins can revoke mod-ship. But I digress.
- Internet memes. I found a huge cache of image macros, one for practically every situations, and some for not-so-appropriate situations. The last one I used was from a troll from an old rival forum. There was a truce sometime back in February, and he obviously missed the memo. After trolling and flaming on the forums, we left him to the mob with their torches and pitchforks. He moved to the Summary Threads and the comment threads.
Rule 1: You don't fucking touch the Summary Thread.
Rule 2: You don't fuck around on the comments.
He got flamed mercilessly by yours truly, including that very annoying Rickroll website where you have to force quit your internet browser. When he later got into the chat, that was when all hell broke loose. The mods joined in the barbeque, and as a final parting shot, we gave him this.
Alright.
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Enough with that. Moving on to my life, which is barely heard of nowadays. My surprise that Kelly was attending tuition with me had long worn off. Still, it was always a joy to see her there. We were doing power, forces, etc. She was hard at work, trying to do it. I, however, for reasons I'm not keen on putting here, was in a state of melancholy and had my head buried between my arms if I wasn't trying my best to stave it off by chatting. The teacher knew that I was good enough to grasp the concepts. Wonder if I can get away with sleeping during tests if he was the examiner...
Math consisted of geometry now. Congruence, scales, revision on properties of polygon's angle, etc. It was easy, to say the least.
Back to school life. It's been ages since I vented something here. After last year, I kinda figured out that butting into conversations on the forums was allowed. Not IRL. Hell no. Therefore, you either get yourself invited, or be there when it occurs. And if your reputation was as bad as mine last year, don't take the first option. Get yourself there before it begins. you gotta hone your senses and figure out which is good or not. That's how I got into the Summary. By the time things go on air, the threads would have completed its course, and it's up to the readers to jumpstart it again and get it back near the top of the page. But I digress.
First up, get a seat next to someone popular. Being lucky enough to get a teacher keen on separating the clique helps. Don't initiate. Be kind, helpful and don't barge in. Most of all, I lost the emotionless mask and started joking around, which helped immensely. Don't curse and swear. Although people do it, limit it. Precision F Strikes are way more efficient than Cluster F Bombs. 1 good PFS can let anybody in the vicinity know you're angry. CFBs just dulls them, so that when you're angry, they won't see the difference. Unless you go silent and threaten to invoke Tranquil Fury. You still need to be able to back that up.
Back on track, just keep at it. One way to know if it works is to come in in a completely different emotional state and see what happens.
I walk into class tiredly as per normal. I gain enough energy to start up my sarcasm by the time flag-raising starts. I reenter class like a pissed-off bulldog and start ransacking my bag. Cue the epiphany that I left something behind. Another teacher (read: History teacher) asks to speak to me outside. When I reenter, there's tears in my eyes, held back, of course. I ain't letting them go. Head buried in my arms, the rest of the lesson is ignored. So is the next lesson, right until recess.
Okay, so my head does reappear for a moment to get my foolscap pad. Oh wait. It's at home. That's how I got into the shit I was in. Borrow paper from person next to me. Scrawl, "Let her answer." on it. Fold up into a triangular-faced prism and put it up. Pause. Grab it back, flip onto blank side and scrawl, "Let her answer it, bitch.", then place the last blank side facing teacher.
You can guess how things turn out at the start of the next lesson.
Recess was thus interesting, with people crowding my table, asking whether I was fine. Now, there's a reason my sarcasm usually comes online before things like my mental filters come up first. Because of B1, or Bitch 1. I let my sarcasm take over, and let the highly disturbing quips fly at her, and only her during flag-raising/assembly. The only time she mentioned me having dandruff was the only time I asked patronizingly whether she was a lesbian with a dandruff fetish and semi-politely asked her to GTFO before I punch her.
B1 returns. Scoffed and mocked me. Asked me to slit my wrists while I was still in melancholy. First up, let me make this clear. There's a fine line between melancholy and emo. I have a valid reason now. I still need to take out my emotions on somebody. My usual style of fighting is to grab whatever's nearest me, and fling said object at trigger of my outburst, then follow up with a no-holds-barred fight. I happened to bring a hardcover book. Go figure. I didn't feel like beating people up, so I just glared at her, pick up a scissor and strided towards her. Then I walked out of class, putting the scissors on the teacher's table before leaving to a quiet corner of the school before freaking her out.
Alright, recollection over.
That said, it's a good idea to have somewhere in the school, where you can be undisturbed. One location in my school is the showers. Go in, take anyone of the stalls, lock door, and find somewhere dry to sit. It's a common courtesy to leave a clean towel behind, and take it back after a week. This almost always guarantees a clean towel for anybody who showers on the spur of the moment. As a sign of respect, people usually put a 2 dollar note in the towel to express gratitude, and to tell others that this towel has been used.
Another location is backstage at the auditorium/hall. It's really quiet there, and you can just lie there and dream. Keep your mouth shut though, as most halls are designed to echo somewhat. I've stopped using it, after a few close shaves involving the drama club. It took quite some time to sneak off from backstage to the side entrance, and I'm sure somebody noticed.
I also keep getting called a procrastinator. While that's what it seems like, it's not just pure procrastination. I do have a reason why I do homework sometimes, and for some lessons?
For this, I'd like to blame TvTropes, Youtube, Haruhi and FB, in that order. And the fact that there's always something more interesting than homework, mostly. That's why any, and all work is done in school. Anywhere else will take ages, with only some exceptions. There's always pure determination to spur me on, but that's getting rarer and rarer. You can practically see what interests me the most based on the tabs on my computer. This, inexplicably angers my teacher, and they all think they'll be the one that'll change me. Inadvertently, they are proven wrong. That doesn't stop them. I'd lampshade it in my introduction, except I doubt I'd remember it in 8 months or so.
And why do I get the feeling that the animators were getting bored too of reanimating Endless Eight. Was it the montages appearing all the time since the 2nd iteration of Endless Eight? I'm not sure, seeing as I just started Number 4.
Ramble over,
Mabel
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