Episode 01

At last, Jen, have finished writing our first Episode. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the randomness.

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Our Poor Narrator: *looks down upon script in dismay* Fancy meeting you today.. Or… fancy you reading me!! -.- And not between the lines in that matter. Presently I am scrambling for the right memory in which to describe. That odd day of a happening in the life of Black-Kun & Aaya. Wish me luck?

Black-Kun: So listen here, as we start to dive into our non-understandable minds . . . there is probably a better word for that. Hari would know.

Aaya: Heck, with all those books she reads, I wouldn’t be surprised to see her running a small country.

Our Poor Narrator: *Ahem* Excuse me, you two but what does your obsession with this Hari have to do with the story? As a professional narrator, even I fail to see how this fits into the rest of the story.

Aaya: You are a mere figment of my imagination! Shut up, dearest narrator, and let us finish this. Now, set the stage my flunky!

Our Poor Narrator: I think she needs to work on her word choice. *looks back at Jen’s poorly written script* Anyway. . . that not-so-glorious day was during finals. Our heroes *said with an air of question* finished quite early since we have a waste of a class for 6th period.

Black-Kun: Let’s not get into that *sweatdrop*

Aaya: *bursts into tears* I will forever be remembered as the lost one who always grabbed the dysfunctional music stand!

Our Poor Narrator: *ad-libbing* Some hero.

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR!

Dora, The Human Time Bomb: *says nothing but twitches uncontrollably as an anger mark appears on her forehead . . . ticking is heard in the background*

Our Poor Narrator: *drops script, screaming like a girl in pure terror* Who is that?! I am terribly confused.
*to Dora, The Human Time Bomb* You! – How did you get in there?! SECURITY!

Black-Kun: Keep in mind dear readers that this blog exits because we don’t have the ability to create a web-show, but our blog should be treated as such.

Security: *silently lures Dora, The Human Time Bomb off the stage using an assortment of milk cartons*

Dora, The Human Time Bomb: *offstage, her ticking gradually subsides* Mmmmmmm Miiiilk.

Our Poor Narrator:*still recovering from shock* Can we continue please?

Aaya: Yes. So we finished our finals early and sat outside near the amphitheater on a rugged terrain of sand next to a area of mass produced grass. (you don’t have to get that comment).

Black-Kun: We sat our bags down next to us, while I started to take out my portable DVD player. Aaya took out a glorious and glowing object that would blind any drama maniac. ISWAK.

Our Poor Narrator: *ignoring script yet again* But I believe the correct name is __

Aaya: SHUT UP NARRATOR! The title is to cheesy to mention. And your script, READ IT.

Our Poor Narrator: . . . But it says I am supposed to sing the Hallelujah Corus.

Aaya: Of course it does. I pulled out a shiny, glorious and glowing object. By video game standards, that is important. The same thing applies. A glorious object appears = you spontaneously burst out into song.

Black-Kun: We shall try again. Aaya took out a glorious and glowing object that would blind any drama maniac. ISWAK.

Our Poor Narrator: *reluctantly* Hallelujah … woot … Hallelujah … woot. *aside and with a note of sarcasm* Let me find a container for my innermost joy.

Aaya: It was time. We folded our knees in front of ourselves, roping our arms around them as we started to stare upon the loading screen. I could swear that people walking by saw our huddled bodies with our bags and thought this word –

Our Poor Narrator: *looks down at script and looks back up* Hobos

Aaya: Very good Narrator. *pats his head*

Black-Kun: We just smiled at them and waved with no wall blocking our judgment from the outside world. Just two hobos who just so happened to possess a shiny portable DVD player, and huddled around it wondering if it could produce some form of warmth. *dramatic sigh*

Our Poor Narrator: Yeah right. With the way you describe it, it probably looked like some kind of cult.

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR.

Black-Kun: That could have scared some away… ANYWAYS, -

Our Poor Narrator: *looks down at script and reluctantly recites* Alas, tragedy befell our heroes. The words “unreadable disk” blew up upon that DVD player’s face. And those words quite literally blew up their brains.

Black-Kun: So, as we waited for it to work . . .

Aaya: We cried…

Black-Kun:….And sulked

Aaya: And cried …

Black-Kun: And sulked

Aaya: And cried …

Black-Kun: And sulked…

Our Poor Narrator: *following script* For hours on end…*aside*
Our “heroes” seem to have no life.

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR!

Black-Kun: Well, perhaps it wasn’t THAT long. Anyway, that’s when noticed a peculiar object about 3 feet away from mine. Yes, mine own feet. Bad grammar… Did you laugh at that joke?

Our Poor Narrator: No. You disgust me.

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR!

Black-Kun: Um Mr. Narrator, it might be wise to stick to the script.

Our Poor Narrator: *looks down at the parchment* Behold. It was a brown looking lump in the ground.

Aaya: I’ll be honest; ever since an incident involving perverted grasshoppers, I have a weakness for huge, black and freaky bugs. I was half or more like ¾’s expecting for this “thing” to jump and fly with long freaky legs sticking out from its abdomen to come kiss me on my forehead, or worse …

Black-Kun: Your nose?

Aaya: . . . perhaps. *ahem* But it didn’t. It sat there, slower than any sloth on sake, or, even more so, than my pet rock on “remain still” day.

Black-Kun: You have a pet rock? Since when?! I was not aware of this.

Aaya: A long time ago, in a summer program, I had to make a pet rock. I modeled it after the tiger form of Kisa from Furuba.

Our Poor Narrator: Pet rocks? These people are insane O__o

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR!

Black-Kun: Aaya and I inched ourselves over to that “thing”. Looking down, we trembled at a fossil-like, wood carved, insect looking, poop colored object. We just couldn’t figure out what it was. Poking and rotating didn’t work. Not even in the sunlight could we determine its form. I would like to call it a new specimen. Maybe the “thing” or “object” could play out a good name.
. . . No, I got it.
A “hobo’s treasure”

Our Poor Narrator: *stares at script one last time* This concludes this episode of A Day in the Life of Black-Kun and Aaya. *sigh*

Aaya: No, no! You’ve got it all wrong. You are supposed to have enthusiasm. Kinda like that omnipotent voice from Veggie Tales!

Our Poor Narrator: “Omnipotent”? Wow. Big words for such a small brain. But don't you mean "omnipresent"?

Aaya: Stop it, narrator!

Black-Kun: *sweatdrop* Maybe you should try again.

Our Poor Narrator: No way. I don’t get paid enough for this.

Aaya: You are a figment of my imagination. I don’t pay you at all.

Our Poor Narrator: Why not? Spend all your money on ISWAK? Also known as-

Aaya: SHUT UP, NARRATOR!

*the end and cuts to random credits*

Episode 00

BLACK-KUN:

Yes, it is I, Black-kun.
Welcome to our glorious abode! (Yes.. we live INSIDE our blog, as I live in my little traffic jammed brain.) Um, to start off, I love people, shiny objects, sparkly things, ramen, mashed potatoes (are you getting my diet yet?), ham, peanut butter pancakes, and Sasuke!

(Aaya: I prefer my pancakes with skittles. And yes, Sasuke is one of God's greatest gifts to womenkind!)

Black-Kun: My life is one day of unexpected commentary after another.. And that is why Aaya and I blog about them in posts :D

(Aaya: Well said my friend.)

Black-Kun: Thank you. :) And that is probably when you'll get to know me the best for who I actually am.. and how I can be. (Inner Black-kun: What about WILL be?) <—can't really answer that..

Life can be hard. It can be tough. It can be unfair.

But life can be the best with fun, frolicking friends in the springtime! That is what I shall say about my best friends... (is this cheesy?)

(Ayaa: Quite so.)

I really hope you can enjoy reading about our days! (Especially you, Hari and Gure!)

Quotes come periodically throughout posts... such as:

On My Goat... What in the Name of Furuba????

What a handsome man!

In the name of the moon, I shall punish you!

Cat, I'm a Kitty Cat, and I dance, dance, dance, and I dance, dance, dance :3

Thanks for visiting my fuzzy life.. o _ o (sometimes not so fuzzy!) Stay tune for upcoming episodes! ^^ LOVE THE SKIN YOU'RE IN! :D

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AAYA (A.K.A JEN)

And yes, now it is I, Aaya (the chibi-sized obsessed one). Black-Kun and I do live rather "unexpected" lives. Then again, what do you expect from two rabid anime fans, living in their own world ... and with far too much time on their hands?

(Black-kun: Indeed.)

I would like to add that we get our nick-names from Fruits Basket....despite the fact that we are both girls...not 2 guys. Figured I should make that clear.

(Black-kun: Point clearly made! .. Relief of my soul.)

Ayay: Friends at school have always teased that we need to do our own webshow. But alas I am "slower than a sloth on sake" and do not have the brains to pull off such a feat.

(Black-kun: Nor do I, Aaya. We work compatibly this way.)

Aaya: Heck, I can barley figure out how to operate the school microwave! *ahem*

(Black-kun: Why must I get up from the lunch table to assist you?)

Aaya: About me? . . . Well, I am not exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree and I can be a real klutz. Hence, I am living proof that hair color affects your brain (yes, I am blonde). I am a 18 years old... and the same height as Edward Elric. I also share his view that milk is nothing more than a repulsive, opaque, white liquid which is secreted by a cow.

Black-kun: I concur! Except I do love milk.

Aaya: Are you concurring about my short stature or my clumsiness?

I love puddle jumping, falling (but not hitting the ground when I get there), sleeping in until nooon, and much more. And I have a firm belief that the game Spoons should be an olympic sport!

(Black-kun: Unless you find people killed in the process.. such as I am when Gure and Hari race me.)

Aaya: This is why helmets have been invented my dearest Black-Kun! They were designed, of course, to prevent death from fighting over spoons! This should be the whole purpose of their being.

Oh yes, and ramen is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Yes I know; Benjamin Frankin said the same about beer....

Which brings me to another point. I am indeed one of those happy, clingy, and hugging drunks. I found out by chance when I UNKNOWINGLY had spiked fruit punch at a party in a retirement community. (This post is partly about me after all.)

What else? Hmmm. I have been to Japan and stayed with a host family for a while. :P

Perfect adventure for any anime fan.

(Black-kun: *sob* )

Aaya: I apparently have been given the task of wrapping this up . . . as it is almost time for Christmas. No pun intended. We are just two otakus who feel the need to make commentaries on our own little adventures. Yup, welcome to our world of BEAUTY! (If you haven't noticed, I like to pull Ouran quotes!)

(Black-kun: That is a very interesting notion in its own way..)