Senior Research Paper: The Otaku Community

Please note that this is the incomplete essay since I didn't have time to cover everything I wanted due to my deadline, but the essay WILL be updated when I have the time.

Uuuuupdate or Something Like That

So the Teacher Assitant who made my class initially create our blogs finally finished her timw with us and went back to college I think. It's kinda weird not seeing her here anymore, but class is still the same. We really didn't do anything with the blogs except for that one post, but it was a good idea while it lasted.

Now we're reading a play called A Doll'a House, by Henrik Ibsen, and it's really good. Like, I'm surprised by how much I actually like. It's an old play, and apparently it's considered one of the first feminist plays ever. It's pretty great. Maybe I'll do an analysis on it later. I know I still need to post my Senior Research Paper here, but I want to add more to it before I do so, because I had to skip some parts to fit the deadline. I also have another interesting essay I had from junior year about vampires. Maybe I'll post that one too. 

Poems for the Soul 10

Fading

Memories flit away

Like birds in the sky;

Gone are days past

And I am fogged. 

Poems for the Soul 9

Shame

There's no freedom

In the sense of shame

That blooms across

Man's cheeks and face.

Frozen Wasteland

Space Cradle - Chapter One

Chapter One: Preconceptions

It was nighttime. The air was slightly chilly and Jamie Waftsman was sitting on the front porch that had been in xir family for years. Xe had inherited the ranch from xir family when xir parents died, but not because they felt a paternal love to give it to xem, but because xe was the only child they had and had no other close relative to give to instead. Jamie was born a man, but had never felt like one. Or female at that. Jamie was just Jamie, and had lived xir life as neutrally as possible. This, of course, did not fare well with xir parents, who insisted on calling Jamie a him and calling xem James instead of xir preferred more neutral nickname. Still, Jamie loved xirs parents, even though they never fully accepted xem. Besides, they had long passed away, and xe was content to just live the rest of xir life up in the ranch. Here, all xe had to do was tend to a few animals and continue making xir living painting and writing xir next novel.

Space Cradle - Prologue

Prologue:

The skies were black. Voltru could see nothing save the pinpricks of light from stars long dead. The starship was deathly quiet; a lesser Eltroin would've been scared, but Voltru had been in the Black Wars and appreciated the silence in a way only someone who had heard the cacophony of war for too long. Voltru was close. The planet that he had picked was only a few lightclicks away. He flipped a switch and the small ship jumped through a self created wormhole. His visors lit up rapidly; colors blasting his sensory feelers to the point that he was almost blinded. Still he pressed onwards. It would only be a matter of time before the Star Police were after him. High Treason was top priority nowadays.

He piloted the ship outside the wormhole, and across the empty space as he fought for momentary control. Not far below him, a blue and green planet waited. He would need to release the Cargo now. His Directional Coordinates glowed up, the words "The Water Grave" popping up. It was a Class Zor planet, meaning it was protected by the Interstellar Union. The Skefas would not go after the Cargo unless the IU gave them the ok. And the IU would never do that. Not since the last debacle.

Voltru hovered over one of the smaller landmass, and before he pressed the release button, he prayed to the Great Goddess Welva. He prayed for her forgiveness. Then he pushed the button. From the bowels of his ship, a pod was sent barreling down to the planet. Purple and blue fire emission glowed from the rear, leveling the pod as it descended before extinguishing itself quickly. It fell ever faster before colliding violently in the ground. Voltru had left the moment the pod left his ship. He was going to return to his home, drink a bottle of Oflo's finest, and wait for the Star Police to come. There was nothing more he can do.

Pieces of My Mind: Sad Smile

Sad Smile

May wisdom and its words

Be passed down to you.

For every time I see your

Saddened face

Icy inside.

My only joy in this world is to see you smile.

But it’s an impossible dream for one so sad.

Your sad smile haunts me though

The night, causing alone howl

To escape my lips.

Pieces of My Mind: Life

Life

Children laughing

And shrieking.

Warm blue skies.

Smiling

Sins and sailing clouds,

Dripping ice cream cones

Puddles in her hands.

And one thinks:

It shouldn't end.

In Which Mabel Found An Old Made Up Song/Rap/Poem

So I'm looking through my old documents, and I see this little piece of shit from three years ago. It's old, shitty, and super fucking catchy. I never wrote song lyrics before, but for some reason, I did this one time. So here it is. (Maybe I'll actually record this, who knows.)

Music Blaring From the Bottom of the Sea

Music blaring from the bottom of the sea,

she plays onwards, 

only to sink down, 

aquamarine waves flowing themselves over her. 

Still she plays on, 

swinging herself back and forth, 

shaking her head side to side, 

and her body moving to the motions of the sea.

Music, music, it’s all in the sea,

in the sea, 

in the sea. 

She can’t stop, 

she won’t stop, and she’ll never stop.

The preppyness of the world, 

bruised to a dark shade of purple.

In the sea, in the sea! 

She’s crazy, 

oh Lordy, she’s crazy! 

Go crazy babe, 

‘cause there be no more for you! 

Rocking in the sea,

in the sea, in the sea! 

Blaring music, 

crazy music, 

music, music, in the sea! 

Little mermaids prelude to sharks,

let the stars eat you away. 

IN THE SEA! 

Blaring, blaring, 

the music beats the rocks into sand,

the maiden dances. 

Babe, you be crazy, 

but there’s no more, so keep going,

keep going. 

Crazed bitches be playing in the sea,

in the sea, in the sea! 

Little girls are crying in the sea, 

the foam cascading over the maiden’s body 

in small waves of tears. 

The sea, 

oh sea, let the music play on. 

IN THE SEA! 

And she keeps on dancing, 

just to have music in the sea!

The Depression Cure: My Heart

(That awkward moment where you get your heartbroken so you write shitty poetry to help yourself get over it.)

My Heart

The Depression Cure: Perfect

(I hated how I had to be perfect as a kid. But I hate this poem even more.)

Perfect

The Depression Cure: Happiness is a Drug

(The following's a shitty slightly more recent poem about how much I hate being truly happy because it never lasts.)

Happiness is a Drug

The Depression Cure: Death of Nothing

(The following is an angsty depressive poem I wrote when I experienced one of my first heartbreaks. It's whiny and stupid and honestly, no one should read it.)

A Death of Nothing

Poems for the Soul 8

Eaten

It would be an honor

To have my heart

Eaten by a monster

Like you.

Poems for the Soul 7

Empty

Truth rings within me like a bell.

Hollow and broken

Falling upon deaf ears

Until they can withstand no longer

And falls like a shadow.

Poems for the Soul 6

Shaking

I can’t quite stop

The shaking of my fingers

As they glide across your Life

And nestle between your Soul.

Poems for the Soul 5

LoveMe

If you saw my smile

And knew I was hiding pain

Would walk the mile,

Or leave me in the rain?

Poems for the Soul 4

Tasting Shadows

True to our word

We keep pace

Only to slip into Oblivion

And slip back out again.

Poems for the Soul 3

Blood and Iron

Warbled Misconceptions

Taste like iron

On your lips

Only too late you realize

That it’s your blood.