and now for something completely different...

I have a paper due at the end of this month about gagaku music in Japan. It's for a anthropological music class in which the professor does not speak about music. Quite interesting, if you look at that fact. (Been over 5 weeks and he has just mentioned music in culture; CRAZY man, crazy!!)

I'm telling you lovely people because I hoping that someone who has just read that would know something about gagaku and where to find some kind of useful info on it. YES! This is a cry for help. Help!!

Everything I keep finding is simply another lesson in repitition; same ol' same ol'...

Thanks if you can...and if not, just thanks for reading!

PS Thanks Orchard for those kind words. It seems this month I've been needing to hear soemthing inspirational and uplifting almost every other day...but I do not fear because this month is almost over (!yay!). Thanks so freaking much agian!


Read Me

I created this blog with the intention of being a happy place, a joyous location where I could just blab and blab and blab and blab. And not just blab about anything; instead blab about the incoherent and blab about subjects that were better left to be found in Delirium’s realm.

That’s what javafoofoo was supposed to be. Simply a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious kinda site if ya know what I mean. Unfortunately, sometimes the higher beings at work can have other things planned out for you (or me in this case!).

Consider this an explanation to the past. Sorta. I feel like ever since I had my last bout of seizures about a month ago that every where I go there is this itty-bitty rain-cloud following me. I’ve even tried to beat it by **warning: extreme metaphor approaching** using a umbrella of happiness, but I can’t name how many times the darned thing was either blown away or just had holes in it.

I don’t know when all this crappiness will go away, but I really hope soon. I’ve been having days where moodiness simply takes over, and even though CK has tried to assure me that it’s probably my emotions acting all normal (as in "you are a woman, ya know" type of normal) but I totally disagree. I have to disagree; mainly none of these emotions have been associated with chocoholic cravings, so therefore I am not a woman just being a woman. Wouldn’t you agree?

I think the only way to "cure" this is to get the heck out of here. Travel that is. The travel bug bite me with first trip to New York City last year (NYC RULES!!!) and I’ve been craving more trips anywhere. United States’ Pacific coast, parts of Texas, Key West, anywhere in the wide open plains and I can never forget NYC; that place I will always go back to. (I’ve gotta-there’s just that much to do and see there.) I consider my seizures a derailment to all this at the time, though in actuality, it is something I will and have to learn to deal with.

A saying I heard repeated numerous times throughout my schooling in Catholic institutions comes to mind; "We all have our cross to bear" and it is true. I guess I gotta stop trying to act like it’s not there and acknowledge its existence.

What do you think?


Stuck in the mud...wanna help?

So I'm planning on opening a new blog. I really don't know when, mainly because of the slight problem of not having a good name for the site. Maybe you can help!

It's gonna be a movie site. Yea, I know, not exactly the most original theme, but the h-e-double hockey stick with it! I'm a movie/television addict, so I might as well pay tribute to what gets me through the day (and what keeps up at night).

I was inspired in the shower. Well, not exactly inspired as so much the idea came to me while in the shower. The site will be an open site in which I'm gonna send out more than a few invites to get people to join in with it. All I want people to do is write about movies or television or a reveiw about a movie or television if the person felt like it. BUT...I can't get the ball rolling due to it being stuck in the ground from there being no name for the blog! ARGH!

So, if ya got any god ideas, post them; let me know, please. It would be much appreciated and do a a mighty good for mankind!


Worst Fire in Louisiana in 30 Years

That is what I woke up to this morning being sprawled out on the front page of my local paper, The Times Picayune. It was absolutely horrible to read that and brought tears to my eyes. There was only one survivor, a 17 year old girl, and what did she survive for? To found out that everyone that was in that house perished. All 11 of them. Her mom and a mixture of siblings and cousins, all between the ages of 3 to 17.

People, try to appreciate the loves ones in your lives. Apparently, as reminded of once agian, they can be gone any second. And if you pray, saya prayer for that girl, because she will need more than that in the end.


The Cherry on Top

So I begun my day with an early visit to the dentist and with the thought that I hope that he found out what has been bothering me this past week. BIG mistake.

You see, when I had my seizures on February the 25, my subconscious decided the begin all the fun my slamming me to the ground as if I was getting ready to offer praise to the world in a prostrating format, though unfortunately I also slammed my knees, followed by my chin, followed by my two front teeth, which have been aching and throbbing all week. I went to the dentist with the stupid wish that he found something wrong; for if he found something wrong, it could be fixed, hence-forth the pain would end.

! Y E A H !
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.
The Good news: my teeth were not cracked. The Bad bews: they instead were dying, hence-forth a root canal was needed to be done. Good-bye $400 that were needed for my Mastercard bill. Yet Hello cold water, ice-cream, and um, well, um, you get the picture. (I can't think of anything else cold to eat, hmph.) I had no freaking idea that today was going to bring a root-canal with it. It was quite painless due to the 15 shots that were punctured in my mouth to numb it, though it was not very fun to listen to the music of the drill that was used to get to my dying nerves.
But I'm home with a prescription for painkillers.
As a co-worker said, when things get so bad, there is only the good to precede. I really hope she's right.


Interview Me

"Would you like to be interviewed by the Webkahunah?" was asked some time ago now. I really don't remember since my brain hasn't exactly been working exactly like it used to, but if it is that much of a concern for you, you could always go check out his site.

Anyway, getting back to what he asked, I answered back that I wanted to be interviewed. Who wouldn't? I mean, it's tons of fun to interact and write and just all and all discover more about your own self by making your brain work. And I guess he sorta agreed in his own way cause he posted these questions and I have answered them. I hope you enjoy learning a little bit more about moi. Bon Appetite! hmm, I wonder if I even spelled that right?

Five questions for JavaFooFoo:

  • You've died and gone to heaven, there is a god, and you go to have a chat with him. What do you hope he says about/to you?

"WELCOME! I hope you enjoyed your extremely long life on earth and I hope you enjoy your time here in Heaven. Sorry about the crap I threw at you down on earth, but C'est le vie, you knew how it was! There's a good number of folk who've been waiting quite some time to meet you, so enough with this chit-chat and why don't you tour the place!"

  • What do you consider to be the craziest thing you've ever done?

I prefer not to share what that is...actually, who cares anymore. Way back in college, about 7 years ago now, I did cocaine. I was totally lucky that nothing bad happened from it, and I totally don't recommend people doing what I did. Luck only runs so far, and someone in my epileptic state shouldn't risk playing with those type of matches!

  • If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?

As badly as I would love to be about 6 inches taller, have perfect vision, and just a tad less "voluptoulas", I'll keep all that anyday with not one single complaint if I could be seizure free. I wouldn't wish epilepsy on any enemy of mine.

  • If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

Oooh!....Superspeed! Not only would I have the ability to go any where I want in the blink of an eye, but I would have the metabolism to boast with it! Sweet! Super-fit, super-thin, super-fast FooFoo!

  • If you could go back in time and undo one action, what would it be and why?

Now this is a really hard one. Mainly because I can barely remember what happened yesterday, henceforth what happened in the past 24 years of my life. The one thing, though, that keeps popping back in my head is a reaction I had back when I was about 8 years old. You see, when I was a kid, I was picked on a lot for being, um, sensitive. I went to this summer camp, the first one in which I went away for a week, this all-girl camp, and the one little group of girls just picked on me the whole time. To add insult to injury, they faked a apology at the end of the week. They ended up picking a sponsor of their group to come up to me and say how sorry they were for picking on me, will I ever forgive them, blah, blah, blah and BAM! She pulls down my shorts in front of the whole camp, like about 25 girls at the time, including the some teen-age counselors. Of course, you can imagine my 8 year old reaction.

So the point of this story was that if I could undo one action, I wouldn't have cried, I would've started my first fight and showed them my "forgiveness"!! Hmph, kinda funny how its been over 15 years ago and I still remember that like it was yesterday.

Okay, now as per requested, if anyone would like me to interview them, please post a request that simply says "interview me" and I'll throw five queations at you. You must then post those five questions up on your blog along with the answers and this same request thrown out at your readers for you to Interveiw somebody. And have a nice day!



I'm still getting better. I've been having lapses of dizziness and naseau--probably because I have to take a little extra meds in the morning and night--but I am still rolling. Though there is always tommorrow and hopefully tommorrow's better because I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED!

But to everyone out there, thanks so much for your get well and love ya thoughts. Unfortunately, I can't really put into words how much it means to me. Seriously, I can't think straight. It sucks. Love to ya'll all.