Hi. Long time no talk.
So from all the ruckus users are making, it seems like there was a bunch of shit that went down, namely privacy issues. People were able to see into random inboxes but not their own. People who haven't "friended" you can see your private entries. It is random and sporadic though, and I personally haven't experienced this, but it looks like others have.

I know LJ has issues, but I cannot tolerate the possibility of random breaches of privacy. It's utterly ridiculous. If you are going to run a proper business, act like it is one, and actually respect your users and customers. If it is a glitch, then shut down your system, and don't talk to us until it is fixed. Or at least notify people that kind of stuff is happening.

I didn't know about this from LJ, no, I basically had to find out from people on different sites. It's ridiculous. Now let the private entry purge begin! /o/ YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! /warcry

THE RULES:
1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.

2. Tag five people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

Mmmmm yeah...Imma just let whoever wants to do dis, do dis.

1. Make a list of 5 things that you can see without getting up:
TV, my fishies, coffee table, biochem textbook & the ground

2. Cake or Pie?
CAAAAAKE. I'm your proverbial fat kid.

3. What are you wearing now?
Black leggings, red shorts and a navy blue w/ tan striped shirt.

4. What's your occupation?
On the couch. In the Greens.

5. What do you hear right now?
My roomie and Iron Chef.

6. Who was the last person you hugged?
Uuuuhhhhh. I can't remember.

7. What is/was for dinner?
I...don't know. I haven't anything planned just yet, though I'm starving.

8. What did you do today?
Tried finishing my disadvantage statement, did some grocery shopping, and watched Young Justice.

9. Dog person or cat person?
Both b/c they're fuzzy and cute.

10. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If I HAD TO? Uhhh. Victoria. I guess. V for victory bitches.

11. What was the last thing that you bought?
Coffee and a salted carmel sweet square from Starbucks. Free mini pastry. Fuck yeah.

12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
;A; Neuchatel, Switzerland

13. Where do you see yourself in five years?
Homeless...in Portland.

14. Favorite book?
House of Leaves

15. What are you doing this weekend?
Studying for bio comp, and whatever else needs doing.

16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
The piano. Always.

17. Favourite Colour?
Navy blue.

18. What are you doing tomorrow?
Attempt to catch up on biochem. Get my micro plates out of the incubator to identify my unknowns. Start on western lit essay. Make sure to study a lot of bio comp. p:

19. What are you looking forward to the most?
The next Young Justice episode. I'm not looking forward to anything else, b/c everything else seems rather dismal.

Now for angelrox040's question:
We have been discussing memory in my developmental psychology seminar and we talked about infantile amnesia. Basically most of us can't remember anything before our 3rd Birthday (that is when our autobiographical memory starts kicking in). So (if you feel comfortable enough to share) what is your first and earliest memory? If not that, then what is your most vivid memory of when you were young.

Mine: I remember being in the old car my mom drove. I was sitting in the back seat waiting for her to come out of the house. As I sat there, I closed my eyes, because my eyes hurt from the sun. It was rather blindingly bright and clear that day. From that, I noticed that when I closed my eyes in the sun, things were not really black, but more of a dim skin tone/reddish orange. Then I decided to swish around these fake silk scarves I had. One was a beautiful turquoise, and the other a brilliant orange, brighter than what I saw when I closed my eyes. I'd try to see through the scarves in the sun, wondering if it was possible for scarves to replace my eyelids. This is an extremely peaceful and beautiful memory for me, and I cannot remember how young I was when I had this memory, but it was a time where I was not worried about anyone. Life was simple, everyone loved everyone, no one disliked anyone. There were no expectations and pressure for anything. I didn't even have a desire to make something of myself yet.

'Sup guys.

Decided to get a Tumblr. Feel like sharing stuff that is less heavy. p:

http://mekonekou.tumblr.com/

Feel free to watch me, though the stuff I find interesting may not be what you'll find interesting. Just as a forewarning. xD

If you've got a Tumblr you'd like to share, you should totally post a comment about it. c: I'd gladly go take a look~ o/

Funny story of the day number two.

We have this mint chocolate truffle creamer that has been sitting in the fridge since forever (okay, last December), and my mom is the only one who ever uses coffee creamer. She doesn't like the chocolate flavoring in her coffee, so she isn't that fond of it, and only bought it on a whim. I rarely ever use coffee creamer, unless it is hazelnut or some bearable flavor that doesn't taste like weird concoctions. Seeing how the condensed milk is running low, I figured I should just use some of the creamer and do some taste-testing.

I did the "first check to see if this hasn't gone bad" initial sniff and peek. It seemed fine, though there were some unusually stiff bubbles in there. So I wiggled the bottle around. Seemed okay, it was just my imagination that they were stiff. So I took it out, poured myself some coffee, and looked at the bottle. It certainly was festive with its snowflakes and pine tree branches on the front. Then I found directions and thought, "Well that's weird, why would you need instructions for coffee creamer?" I guessed it was for people who have no idea what coffee creamer is or something.

So I read the instructions, it told me to shake well. And so I did. Unfortunately through the process, the damned thing spewed its insides out onto my face and everything within a 7 foot radius. It covered half my face, splattered onto my ugly sweater, kitchen floor, kitchen rug, and the best part, onto the ceiling and every other surface I forgot to mention. Some of it even managed to get in my ear. Lovely.

I looked like I got caught in a mudslinging fight between two first graders. It was pretty amusing I gotta admit, but it gets really itchy really soon, which I found out after putting off washing myself for the sake of the kitchen rug, ceiling and other surfaces. The sad part is, none of the creamer even touched my coffee. Oh sure, it touched the mug and spoon, but not the coffee. And in the end it didn't even taste all that great. I don't know what my mom was saying about the chocolate flavor being too strong. I couldn't even taste it. Also, the mint tastes slightly like mouthwash and imparts a slightly fishy smell on my coffee.

Other than that, it was okay tasting. Mmm hmm.

Yes. I know I lead a sad existence. orz

Oh dear. I've been so busy. So very dreadfully busy. Hurgh. And just brimming with stress. How utterly dismal.

Anyway I've gotten to the point where lack of sleep has probably affected my ability to process and store information, so now I'm dumber and slower than I used to be, which is really too bad. Rather, quite unfortunate and does not make situations better for me.

With these perceptions, it really deals blows to one's self-confidence as well competence. I really hope I get over this decline in overall performance so that I may compete with others within the field I plan on entering.

On a lighter note, because of my diminished memory capacity, I need to keep track of all the inspirational people who make me want to draw and create at the most inopportune times. Such as now. Damn you research proposal. I will conquer you, and I will do it damned well.

Anyway onward!

Manga Artists:
Yasuhiro Nightow
BANKSY
CLAMP

Musicians:
Tokyo Jihen
Shiina Ringo
Garbage
Hurts
Count Basie
Rachmaninoff
Chopin
Debussy

dA artists/webcomics:
Sfeer Theory
Judecca
Romantically Apocalyptic
*bwiti
*Phobs

Okay, being able to follow the code of manry is awesome in and of itself, however, there are kickass ladies out there too. I just wanted to keep a list of all the women I admire.

You can judge me all you want, but I don't care. I think these ladies are spectacular. We're all flawed, but I think the flaws add character. I feel like we're all hypocrites to some degree or another.

So in no particular order:

1.) Mom
2.) Shirley Manson
3.) Shiina Ringo
4.) Adiane from Gurren Lagann
5.) Haruko from FLCL

There might be more, but that's all I can think of at the top of my head. I don't know if you'd say 4 and 5 can really count, since they're fictional, but I do love 'em very much.

It's a disappointingly short list, but then again, I don't find myself looking up to many individuals and saying, "Dude. I wanna be like him/her." Of course it's all subject to change, but I've got evolution and molecular cell bio homework to do. Urgh, so I'll just leave it at that.

Ahhhh. So during my short rest after the MCAT (which was horrible by the way, I'm pretty sure I failed...), I've been busy doing birthday prep and catching up with a shitload of stuff.

Only to be reminded that I missed listening to Blur and I had really wanted to go to their reunion gig (or "playing for old times' sake" gig). And I had the brilliant idea of checking YouTube for live footage.

Boy was I glad I thought of that. THIS:



It really was as beautiful as I thought it would be.

Damon is definitely older, but hey, he looks manlier now and he's got a gold tooth in the front. xD
Graham is no longer a scrawny little thing. xD
Dave seems to have gotten a bit of a bald spot.

Alex...Well, Alex still seems the same. Perhaps a little older, but not much else. xD

I was so good to see them together like that again. And for the record, I still think Damon is one of the hottest guys ever. Even with his gold tooth. It's pimpin'. p:

OH MAH GAW. Got an e-mail back from a professor at VGTI saying he's interested in me helping him with research.

I'm supposed to meet him tomorrow at 3 PM.

I think this is a job interview. Right? Am I right? I think it is. AHHHHH!

AAAAAAHHHHH!

So excited, yet at the same time I feel so unprepared, since I wasn't expecting anyone to be interested, since no one was interested in accepting me into their research programs last summer and I was expecting the same this year.

Oh pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaselove me. ;-;

I'm not sure what he's gonna ask me, but I sure hope I'll answer everything well enough, and not look stupid. *sob*Thisisgonnabesohard*sob*

This is my first interview/pseudointerview ever. OH DEAR LORD LEND ME STRENGTH! *pleadstotheheavens*

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I don't know whether to weep with joy or not.

I still have to study everything for the MCAT over this summer. If I get this job, it'll be much harder to study.