Good afternoon, children of the night.

It's not afternoon. Oh well. And you're not children of the night, either. At least, I hope you're not. I assume you'd tell me if you were a vamp, right? Like, Libby, I know you've suspected that I'm a vamp. Maybe it was because I drink the blood of innocents, or maybe it was the fangs. I'm not sure. I am a vamp, though. Please don't treat me any differently. The undead are just like you and me. That would make me feel so much better about your condition, as long as you weren't about to suck my blood.

I had a moment of confusion today while half-listening to music and half-watching animanga. One of the characters finished speaking, and then someone in my song said la la la. For a second, I heard it as being in the animanga. I was totally confused.

I'm so sad that the kimchi kitty refuses to walk on the computer. At first, she would walk across the keyboard and write something like jnsdatfyr, but she now jumps right over it. It's very cute and all, but I'm sure it would be much easier to just walk across the computer.

Mother has commented that she is not the only cruel dictator in our household. That is true, Mother. She thinks I'm dissing her. Yes, she does. She said it to me, the same way the cat talks to me every day. Father is also an inexorable ruler, but I haven't mentioned him because he's not around right now.

I can't be the only person who has ever spent time staring at several sheets of paper spread around me, sure that I was supposed to have learned it in class and yet have no idea how to do my homework. It's a common predicament; it must be. People can't learn everything teachers tell them all the time. It's just not possible. If it were, we'd probably all be living on the moon with a race of super-smart people. Or, as Mr. X thinks will happen in the future, we'll make some robots that are smarter than us and they'll murder us all.

There is a small black marble almost exactly in the center of the square formed by the walls and the sideboard. It looks to me like modern art in the making. Human misery. Blackness. One soul in a square wasteland of sameness.

Where did I put my camera? This could make me all kinds of money, nearly as much as writing out my teen girl novel about Aethelfrith, Azrael, and Aiden would. I could call it One Deeply Depressed Marble Drowning in a Sea of Wood and Misery. Or not.

The child and I were having a super air-guitar contest! I was losing. I'm not exactly sure how you can lose when the only thing you're doing is waving your hands around pretending to strum a guitar, but I was losing. I got bored of guitar and changed my hand positions.

"Libby, what are you doing?" asked the child, still strumming like a maniac.

"I'm playing the bass!"

"Oh yeah, the bass guitar."

"No, the string bass!"

"This is a rock band," he informed me. "You don't play string bass in a rock band!"

"I'm playing the rock string bass!" At this point, I was seized by an amazing idea: String Bass Hero! Everyone would want to play it! You would hold the Wii Remote up above your head and use the Nunchuck like a bow! It would be at least as profitable as my career as an artist, if not more.

I'm getting tired and lazy now. Deal with my short post. I might write a longer post tomorrow, but probably not. Being tired and lazy doesn't go away that easily. Either you have it or you don't.

Laziness is not a choice, dear readers.

"stayhome mom & doting dad yearn for your baby"

That was an adopt ad in the newspaper. I thought it would make a great title. Aren't you just dying to give up your child to them? They yearn for him/her. Yearn.

Last night, I stayed up until midnight watching animanga with the child. Because I am the kind of person who thinks midnight is late but will stay up that late just to watch animanga. Of course, I didn't just watch animanga. This is the full list of things I did (minus the one or two or ten things I forgot about):

What I Did For Two Hours Last Night

• Decided the animanga was racist against the French for only offering Japanese and English subtitles
• Complained about Tohru having brown hair
• Complained about my complaining about Tohru's hair
• Informed the child that I am often hairist against those who are not blonde
• Complained about almost every character's voice
• Spent the first five minutes whispering to the child, "His voice is weird!"
• Burst into hysterical giggles every time Yuki talked
• Imitated Yuki's voice by putting my hand over my mouth and talking in a falsetto
• Resolved to look up who the voice actors were so I could laugh my head off at them
• Told the child he was acting like an animanga lover
• Assured the child that acting like an animanga lover was not a bad thing
• Giggled
• Snickered
• Laughed
• Read two books
• Yelled at Cassee (aka. Kimchi Kitty) until she ran upstairs
• Wrote Kimchi Kitty gusta Ponchita on a paper plate
• Decided to gasp and put my book (or hand) over my mouth every time anyone swore
• Decided that there were too many opportunites to do that in the animanga
• Complained about how profanity is affecting our children
• Decided to put my hand over my mouth and gasp loudly whenever people in real life swear
• Complained
• Complained about the songs during the credits
• Complained when the child skipped over the credits
• Listened to the child complain that I complained too much
• Told that child that I was complaining for the sake of complaining
• Actually watched the animanga

It was a busy evening indeed. Besides, everyone knows that the more I complain about something, the more I like it.

One of the books I read was called The Blue Avenger or something like that. It was an okay book, but as a pseudocurser, my favorite part was that every time in the book where someone should have cursed, it instead said !@#$. That was because the main character liked old-fashioned comic books, where characters say @$#! a lot, and also because his father said something along the lines of "profanity is the language of those who can think of nothing else to say." In other words, "people who cuss are idiots." Yes, that means you.

Idiot.

Attack of the annoyingly entrancing animanga!

I may never stop lumping anime and manga into animanga. It's so much more fun to say.

Look at me, blogging without the cousin's violent Facebook chat messages popping up left and right on my screen. I'm very proud of myself. This is a big step for me: the step after blogging because it's still a novelty and blogging because it's become a habit. I usually need someone to shove me through this step until whatever it is I'm doing becomes habit, but today I'm not. Wow! So exciting. I really feel like I'm, you know, growing up or something.

I've just finished reading Fruits Basket Vol. 6 (did I mention I've become hooked? I'm hooked. It's the blondes...) and my mind is kind of spinning. Am I the only person who it's like that for? When I finish reading a good book--or manga, or comic--my head sort of spins. In a good way. It's like the characters and story are still in my head, wandering around, and I have to think everything out again. That's why I read books a whole bunch of times. And also because I skim the first time and don't pick up crucial plot details until the second or third reading...Breaking Dawn...

Anyway, I read books a few times, usually only getting up from the couch to eat, and then find someone else who's also read the book to talk to. Talk meaning yell at ("Oh my forking gosh, he chose his stupid clothes over life? That jerk! That jerk!") and hope they agree with me. If they don't, we can have a wonderful discussion about character motives. Everyone had better agree with me on the issue of Tom deciding he'd rather make dresses than live past sixteen, though. Can you tell I'm still bitter about that? Read the Magic or Madness trilogy by Justine Larbalestier to find out why. And read the first one first!

I still have a stack of books that is the size of Kansas on the shelf, just waiting for me to pull them away and open their pages, but I'm resisting. Writing instead of reading can be very hard. For me, anyway.

I have decided, overnight, to become a vain person. Yes. Vanity is suddenly pouring from my pores. And my vanity needs you to help it out and let it take over my body. Please help the vain impulses and comment on this blog.

I'm tired. And the brother is distracting me with questions, such as "Why is the guy who looks like a girl cross-dressing?"

Because cross-dressing is fun, that's why. I have personal experience. Of course, that was just to shake things up a little bit.

Look at all these wonderfully short things pretending to be paragraphs! I'm getting too tired to write any more. Yes, I am. I'm not just making excuses so I can run off and read.

Look, cousin! I made a whole tag, just for you! Be filled with happiness!