Procrastinated a lot, so this is gonna be brief.
I’m watching this show, it’s called Toradora, and it’s adorable. An anime where the characters don’t all look like human My Little Ponies, there are real life problems, the friendship is genuine, the romance doesn’t happen overnight, and the girls can actually kick butt. It’s pretty awesome.
My friend TB, who is unquestionably awesome, wrote a fanfiction, which is also unquestionably awesome, even though I actually haven’t read it. It’s for the video game Okami, which I know nothing about. But it was her birthday on Thursday, so I’m plugging it for her. You should read it. Not convinced? Shame on you. Read this.
Your life gets really screwed up when it becomes a self insert series cut short.
Elizalilac Alexis was, suffice it to say, normal. To an extent. Her grandmother had died five years ago, her brother was a hopeless geek, and in all honesty, so was she.
Of course, that just had to be interrupted when a determined spirit by the name of Lily dragged her back ages into the past, into the old world only known of in fairy tales and, more specific terms, a certain video game.
Now Li has to deal with unraveling the secrets behind her family, an annoying love interest, a similarly annoying crossdresser, and a hydrophobic idiot who shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Since when is anything normal, even when your life’s become a self insert of Okami?
Awesomesauce, right? To read it, go here.
And the best way to sicken your entire family, self-induce nausea, and make the whole house smell like a rainforest in July is to make coconut popsicles with my own personal recipe:
1. Gather a can of coconut milk, a few teaspoons of sugar, popsicle molds, your microwave, and your freezer.
2. Mix the coconut milk and bit of sugar in a plastic cup.
3. Microwave the concoction until it starts to smell.
4. Pour it into the molds. Add chocolate because it sounds good to you.
5. Freeze for 7 hours.
6. Enjoy! (Or… don’t.)
That’s me playing chef. It happened a few days ago, and the house STILL smells like rotten coconut mixed with half-melted plastic. Call it “Darn
Good Cooking”. Just Darn Cooking.
I should write a cookbook ;P