Catching Up With the MTV Generation.

As my wasted summer comes full circle, I find myself looking for on-campus jobs, and watching all five season of Daria online.


The show itself is hilarious is a completely 90s kind of way, and is definitely an impressionable show. During the time this was airing on MTV (you know...when MTV was cool), I was between the ages of 5 and 8, and only watched cartoons that came on The WB, Fox Kids, and Disney's One. It solved my lack of cable problem at the time, and lets be honest...a kid at my age during that time didn't really care if I got my daily dose of Music Television. All I cared about was if I was up in time to watch Pokemon.

Nevertheless, I find myself now seemingly catching up with the rest of my generation once again by watching Daria. 


By now, I have watched threw season four, and now on season five episode eleven. I've built my attachment to certain characters, disliked certain flaws about others, and have somehow became accustom to Quinn's voice -- though Britney's voice I don't think I will every get used to.

Daria certainly deserves the fame it has.

Now fall semester starts a week from Friday. It's time to put up my laptop, pack my things, and ship out back to the sudo-mountains, but as always, watching shows about characters in high school always brings me back to my time spent there and stalls me from actually getting things done.

It hasn't been long since I left that...bright, stone-walled place that smelled like old food, but watching the show gets me thinking about the things I didn't do, could've done, should've done. 

Maybe I should have acted more...or less...like how I acted? 

Maybe I didn't make the right friends?

Maybe I spent too much time worrying about certain thing that I didn't need to worry about?

Well...I guess that's a part of moving on and growing up, you learn a lot from mistakes made and disasters avoided. 

I'm sure as hell I didn't act like Daria though (I do wish I had her wit though).

YOU'RE STANDING ON MY NECK! LA LA LA!

The Victim. The Culprit.

I two days ago I was stabbed.

It was terribly painful, and not fun at all.

Who did this you ask?
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Cutco.
A pealer Cutco knife to be exact. I have picture PROOF of my trauma.

I swear....I will have my revenge! I almost lost a finger! 

Next Stop...Nashville.

We stopped at the rest stop for 20 minutes and admired the beautiful grey walls of vast inadequacy.
We leave at 1:40  and 30 mins later we are passing a beautiful mountains range.

Just lovely.

Tomb Stone and Gaming.

The bus drives through the city at an excruciatingly slow speed. We past tomb stones for sale and a....what?! A GAMER STATION!?

I want the bus to stop, and I want to play some games. Why doesn't Atlanta have good things like that to carter to their nerd population. There's money in it for you...

New Location.

Farms and mountains and tractor trailer. There isn't much to say about the scenery. Looking up now I see a rotting shed and now trees...and more trees...and rain. 

Behind me and my new friend who happens to go to the same school as me and is in the same club (awkward), an older gentleman attempts to explain to whoever he's talking to that this bus is indeed called the, "Megabus" and it does not have it's own station. Interesting. His conversation sparks my curiosity. Maybe it's his lover, or a friend. Who knows...but his conversation isn't enough to make me wonder further. 

Actually turning around to glance at the other, I notice one major thing. Everyone's asleep. In fact, one guy is snoring. 

Now my co pilot of this bus of life now informs me that we are at our rest stop. It's  1:17pm now.... Chattanooga arrived faster than expected. 

Megabus vs. Trucks

We. Are. Taller. Than. A. Semi trick. Whoa I think we win. Period.

It begins.

On my way to Nashville now, the bus has started on its way and I have already made a friend. Coincidentally she has the same name as my mother. Pretty ballar  already.

We pass buildings  and walls heading out the city and onto the highway. I'm cold and jealous of a small child sitting across from me. She has a blanket.

But ill endure. I want to chat with my new friend who's also into anime.

Surprise! It's 2am!

Facebook.
A little devil of a social networking site.

When you sign onto the website, one of three things must happen if you want to logoff cleanly.
First. If you just want to get on and get off, turn off the chat so you won't be stopped by someone wanting to chat it up.
Second. Check your notifications.
Third. Scroll quickly once and then click onto another site. Done.

I did a number of things wrong.

I ignored the first step and proceeded to the second with no regard, and I scrolled for FAR too long. Before I knew it my friend popped up and we started chatting. I like chatting, so I'm not annoyed or anything, its just...it's 2am and my suitcase is empty, and I have a bus to catch at 11:30 in the city.

Oh well.
Tootles! (I'm going to start saying that.)

Check out my Liveblogging of my bus ride tomorrow morning! 
I'll post pictures as well! Tennessee, here comes me!

Fluorescent Lights

There is something about staring up at insect speckled fluorescent lights while my mom hovers over me washing my hair in her salon that calms me. Maybe it's the added lull of the rhythmic scrubbing, or the low buzz of slow jazz playing on the radio, perhaps a combination of everything.
Either way it's lovely.

The only problem with this perhaps perfect salon experience is that as I stare past my mom's amused eyes...I being to think about the robot bug invasion that almost tried to destroy the world. Well...the world in The Avengers : Earth's Mightiest Heroes. No, not the new movie out in theaters, but the series that aired plot Disney XD in 2010. Probably about two months ago I tried to watch the series that was getting so much fandom tumblr attention, but it was too kiddie for my taste at the moment. So I went back to a much darker and fun cartoon on Cartoon Network, Young Justice. DC always tends to be darker cartoon wise than Marvel.

However, a few days ago I started watching the first season and found myself, not only singing along to the opening theme, but also really enjoying the show.

My favorite Avenger is probably Black Panter. He's just so well hidden! Then it would have to be Hawkeye. He's such a cheeky  bastard, and I love it!

It's interesting how one small soothing experience can remind me of superheroes.

liveblogging.

During my 4 hour bus ride tomorrow to Tennessee, I'll be liveblogging my trip.
Since I have no idea what to expect (and it may just be a good idea to do something that will keep people up to date on my whereabout), I'll be blogging from my phone.

So look forward to that.
Next post will be about Earth's Mightiest Heroes!