March 22, 2004
I received this in my inbox this morning:

Panabelle,
The following review has been submitted to: Petrified Tears Chapter: 11
From: goten-son05 (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=552060)
hi i think this is good, you bura hater. by the way, it is bura, watch GT

This just made me laugh. But it also pisses me off. First off, Bra vs Bura. The same damn arguement that leads Vegeta vs Vegita vs etc. It doesn't matter how the fuck you spell it, it's the same fucking name. It's like some elist spelling bee. "Psst...spell it Bura and you're in...spell it Bra and we'll have to destroy you."

It doesn't matter how the hell you spell her name, Vegeta's name, or anyone else's. It's like argueing that it's Seventeen, not 17. Fuck, my name has three or four spellings in English, and it's an English name. The whole Bura/Bra thing is Engrish. I'm an American. Sorry about that.

Secondly, "bura hater". Other than the fact that you should have capitalized her name, have you even bothered to look at some of my other stories? 10 Dirty Words, maybe? Or...how about this one...Grow up!? Because...well...those are Bra stories. And I don't hate Bra. I took a lot of shit about the lesbian-Bra allusion in PT; it's fanfiction. My interpretation of it. If I was a "bura hater", I think I would have been more blatant about that. Like, I may have had her trip and break her face.

Just because Pan slaps Bra in chapter 10 does not make me a Bra hater. Sometimes people slap their best friends - look at Revolutionary Girl Utena; episode 12 is a fucking slap-fest. Wakaba and Utena just go after each other. Shit, look at ChiChi? She goes after Goku with every heavy object she can find, but she loves him to pieces!

What I'm getting at here, is before you call me a "bura hater", do me a favor and look at the stories I've written. Calling me a Ubuu hater makes sense, he's yet to appear in any of my writing. Because I don't know how to write him -.-; Do a little research before you label me...otherwise I'll be forced to REALLY go off on your ass.

Oh, and by the way...according to FUNImation, it's bulla. :P

April 14, 2003
Tv station what mess with good anime go very bad place. I was home two or three weeks ago, and I thought, "hey, I'm home early, I'll watch DBZ ^.^" But I turned on the tube to lo-and-behold find Kenshin gracing my 11 inch tv screen! And I was all "waaaaaiiii!! Belle so happy-happy!" And because it was only the fourth episode I was really happy happy because I hadn't watched Kenshin in ages and because Ash hadn't bought any new dvds and I was really really Kenshin-deprived because he'd stolen Samurai X from me a few weeks earlier so I didn't even have that much to tide me over, but here was Kenshin on tv! Yay!

No.

I was sitting there, bouncy-bouncy in my chair munching on a lazy-quesadilla (shredded cheez plus tortilla plus mircowave...mmmm...), and Kenshin was getting smacked in the back of the head with a sake cup and Sanosuke was prancing around on my screen about to cause trouble and suddenly Sano started talking and I was all "Wait a minute! That's...I don't remember him saying that? Hey, why'd his voice get really really low and why didn't he sound like Sano and why does he sound like Sano now and why's his voice not...waaaiiii! They censored it!" And so I sat there sobbing into my quesadilla as I listened in agony to what Cartoon Network had done to my beloved Sano and my kawaii Kenshin, and then I couldn't take it anymore so I turned it off and consoled myself with math homework because I was really so depressed that math homework could cheer me up.

And so now I'm really really scared to see what else they've done because as the series goes on Sano actually does start to swear and because I'm terrified to find out what they've done to my precious Aoshi and Kauro and Yahiko... *sobs uncontrollably* Why couldn't they have just put it on Adult Swim and let my beloved Sano be the potty mouth he just can't help but be? *sniffles* I'm so depressed.

March 9, 2003
you know, I was really fired up about writing this one about 20 minutes ago, but I've since grown tired, so you're going to get the blunt and not so vehement version:

Please, do not stick me in the category of "T/P" writer. It pisses me off to no end--I write more than that. Yes, PT might as well have been a t/p fic, and my other epic looks to be going that way too. But I'm NOT merely a t/p writer! Please! enough with the flaming me because I wrote a t/m or because I wrote a goku/chichi or fics that have nothing to do with t/p or any real romance! please?

December 16, 2002
Retail. Christmas. Retail + Christmas = working hell.

Nuff said.

October 14, 2002
Pop culture. Sub cultures. Dominant cultures. I don't give a flying fuck! "You'll never pass this class without devoting yourself completely," says the femi-nazi. I ALREADY TOOK THE GODDAMNED CLASS, BUT YOU AND ONE OF THE OTHER FUCKING ENGLISH TEACHERS DON'T ACCEPT THE GODDAMNED AP TEST I TOOK SO I HAVE TO TAKE IT AGAIN! FUCK YOU, BITCH! *pant pant*

She told me to quit my job and drop my other classes. Told me that I'm a wonderful student, and that I take my work seriously, put in a lot of effort and it shows. Um, lady? I spent half an hour on that paper you just aced me on.

I don't study for the quizes, I skim the essays we have to read, and I don't do the exercises until you ask me what the answers are because it takes me 5 seconds to figure them out. I don't give a crap about dominant vs sub cultures, because, as far as I can see, the marketting world doesn't affect me as much as you're assuming: I shop at Ross and buy whatever jeans fit; none of my shirts have a brand name or a place name on them; I wear shoes that are comfortable and that's as much as I'm willing to pay; I don't carry a celphone, and am not about to pay extortionist prices for the technical doodads that society says we need; I don't go to the movies, I don't listen to mainstream music. I work at kmart, not the gap, and I wear walmart, not ambercrombie. I don't fall for every marketing ploy, because I really don't buy anything - I have my spurts where I buy stuff I want, but that's it; I'm not a tomboy, but I'm not a pretty girl; I don't play sports. I don't feel the need to date the "pretty" boys - none of the guys I've dated have been listed as "attractive" physically with any of my friends or anybody else at the times that I dated them. I don't have to have a corvette, I don't want a porche, and while mustangs are gorgeous, I'd rather have an old wranger or an old truck, something with power to get me up the hills around here, and big enough to keep me alive when I finally give into my road rage and drive over everything in my way and off the cliff that's bound to be there. My leisure activities don't cost me anything more than a sheet of paper and a pencil, or a notebook and a pen. I actually go out and buy the cds I really really want. I don't find myself subjected to fads - if there's a style I really like, I'm bound to still like years from now; I don't really give a shit about the rest of the world. I don't want to grow up, and while I work in the grown up world, I don't live there - the food sucks. I spend a lot of time in front of the computer screen talking in IMs, but I'm also writing or doing homework at the same time. I'm the only person in that class willing to stand up on the desk and scream out "I'm a kmart employee and proud of it!" and probably the only one in there who doesn't constantly wear a logo. Whenever something of mine falls into the current trends (ie, my backpack is the same color as half the jansports in all of my classes), it's only coincidence. Deal with it lady, I don't fall asleep in class because I'm narcelepic or because I don't get enough sleep at night, I fall asleep because you're boring the snot out of me with stuff that doesn't apply to me and because I know all this shit.

AND THERE IS TOO MORE THAN ONE WAY TO PUNCTUATE THAT SENTENCE, BITCH!