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KickAss
First Merry Chrismahanukwanzaaka
Next, got all my grades in, and I'm sure you're sitting with baited breath to see what I got.
AUCT: Living in the Enviroment A (4.0 creds)
Current GPA 3.87
Seems like I recovered nicely from the hell that was RLC my freshman year. I wanted all A's to have a 4.0 but ah well what can you do.
I've got presents to wrap...
Dra160: Intro to Theater A (3.0)
POL 330: American Foreign Policy A- (3.0)
POL 340: Ancient and Medival Political Theory A- (3.0)
SOC 110: Intro to Sociology A (3.0)
Overall GPA 3.63
Semesters
So, yet another semester is done, and I am a technical Senior. Wow. Is that weird to say. I'm almost done with school well not really, since I want to go to GradSchool. But, that's all besides the point of the post. Really, it's the semseter wrap-up. Everyone has their year in reviews, and that doesn't pertain to me. Since, semesters are really like mini-years. It's all about what happened or what didn't happen last semester.
Honestly, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I think I kicked ass this semester. I honestly think I did. Well, academically anyhow. We'll see though...
Relationship wise, after what happened last semester with friends and the like, I seem to have rebounded. Not as much as I thought I would (see other situation) but, I think I rebounded somewhat. I have a lot more friends than before, and the fact that it some people I have more than just one thing to talk about is also pretty much a plus.
The other situation in retrospect (sort of...). Wow. I really didn't want it to get back to what it was. But, really I think it was him that made it so. I think there is something in that head of his that believes one thing and can't decide on another. I mean, I almost fell into the same traps that I did last semester--ones I put out myself-- but for the most part, it's the same but different; if you know what I mean.
It's been great here this semseter. But I'v ehad my fill of it and would like to hang around the house with my dog Lola. I think it was my freshman year that someone in the school newspaper said that semesters were like pancakes. They start out pretty nicely, but once you get to the bottom of the stack your pretty much sick of them.
I wonder what will happen with me the rest of the weekend...
ワbervirginity
You have to wonder, what is the deal with things. I wish I knew. I wish I knew what was going through people's minds. I wish I can sense things from people. I wish I didn't get so jelous. I wish I didn't feel anything for him. I wish I could just move on. I wish I was prettier. I wish I was a lot more fun to be around. But I'm not. And for some reason, I'm an old lady with an old lady attitude.
I have to wonder if I'll be condemned to a life of solitude, for some past transgression against someone in my life. I wish I could tell. I've wanted something for so long, that it hurts me that it's within my grasp but it will forever fall through my own fingers. There's only one thing that I lack in my life, and it seems to be the most important in the long run. It's just depressing and unfair that of all things I've been delt a bad hand.
I'm too prudish, to homely looking, to fat, to this to that. I wish I was something different. And sometimes I wish none of this. But... there is always something. I hate analyzing my life like this, it always makes me depressed. I just don't like it.
I don't even know why I even try anymore. Everytime I do, I always want to come home and cry. It's like rubbing salt in a wound. It burns it stings it's worst than anything. I wish I could say something; I wish what would be said back to me was something I wanted to hear. I'm afraid. That's what it is, I'm afraid. And I know that he knows. But, he does nothing to say a thing. And I'm yo-yo and I'm on this emotional rollercoaster. Some sort of sick daisy game.
I wish he would take me aside, and we could just talk. Not in his apartment, not in mine, somewhere else. Where it would just be the two of us somewhere, somewhere where I couldn't run away. The last time I ran away. I couldn't do anything else. I can't run away anymore. I can't I just can't.
My feelings have nothing to do with it. I wish we could just move on. I wish he knew how hurt/jelous/mad I get when... I wish I was someone different sometimes.
Life as an ワbervirgin continues.
OrangePekoe
Of The Guild, Life around campus, Thoughts, and of gloom
I went to Game Night tonight, and one thing is for sure, I just kind of feel out of touch with the Guildren. I mean, I'm still as big as a geek as I always was. The thing is, I'm not sure if I'm as accepted as I used to be. It's sad but with all the new Guildness that goes on, I'm not in the loop anymore. It's an odd feeling I guess that just comes from growing up. It's just that I'm not in it anymore the way I used to be. I do try for the guild and I do defend them. It's just, I don't know. *shrug*
SGA has been a source of never-ending fustration. There is one thing that I think should be passed that should come into effect there, immediately. And no, it will not win any friends. I think, the Greeks should NOT wear their letters in the office, or anything that has to do with an SGA event. I think it is unnecissary, alienates those who aren't, and raises questions over who gets their priorities. I don't think they should be wearing letters in the office or when they work in the capacity of the SGA. Only 18% of the population and they somehow represent us all.
Everything has been going pretty well, except one thing. And that is the ongoing saga. It's getting weirder and weirder, and I just don't know anymore what's going on. I don't know if I can trust him, and I don't know what the hell is going on. See, there is this girl that Jon introduced them (he and his suitemate too) and she's cool. But I've heard somethings about her about her being a "user" and has been over their place everyday; eventhough she herself is in a relationship. And then there are all these rumors that I started to hear. And I don't know who to believe. And, I hurt that I don't know for sure, that he hasn't done a damn thing. And I'm sitting here wondering. I have no right to be jelous. As there's nothing that ever really went on. I just don't want this to weigh on me. It happened last semester. I refuse to take that shit anymore. He can do what he wants...
I give up on the whole "love thing." I've waited 21 years to try this (I'm sort of conservative when it comes down to it- blame the Hispanic-ness). Nothing has come my way, and when it does-- it's this messed up relationship. I can be Asexual. Yes, it would help if someone told me I was worth being with... it would be nice if one day, someone told me something. But I'm good at the waiting game. I'll wait forever if need be. I just don't want to have to deal with it anymore. Tell me or move off. I'm fed up and I feel like crap. I know I'm not good looking, but I would just like it if one day... someone would convince me otherwise.
But this relationship had me at "hello." And I feel trapped, and I feel like a yo-yo. And I don't want to feel like this anymore. I... just don't. It's not fair.
Home
Or something like it
Can't say that I'm not happy being back here. I got back here at around 6.30 and continued to prepare for tomarrow. Didn't get through everything that I wanted, but a good chunk thank god. I neglected homework all weekend even when I made a conserted effort to get something done on Saturday. Yeah... right.
So here starts another round of really crappy sleeping patterns and coffee that only serves to put me to sleep. I really can't type right now as I'm catching numerous "dyslexic" typeos; and I'm not dyslexic. It's just been weird. Comming back, I know that I'm home and yet, there really isn't a place like home.
Missed the lights being turned on. Maybe I'll drag someone there this week. I really like looking at them. I think I like the chill night air and the downtown area more though. In all my years they have never once changed the layout of the light festival around here, but I still like it.
It's quiet, but the flurry of activity I at once embrace and fear. There's never quite like something like the apprehension one feels before starting school time again. It's an odd feeling really. I wonder what the termertulous last 2.5 weeks of the semester will bring and then it will be Christmas/Chuanicka/YULE/Kwanzaa/Three Kings/New Years/My Birthday. It's party central. Oh, I turn 21 this year. I get to do things now. All the vice things will be open to me. Weird.
I still don't want to be an adult, but I really can't stop it can I? Back to this place called home.
見つけた!
Thoughts
So I was thinking to myself on how much I don't want to become an adult. I think, I'm just scared of getting into that stage of my life. You know, I kinda like it where I am. Not really with much in the way or responsibility and not really tied down to home. I mean, yeah I look at it [adulthood] with some amount of excitement. Being able to make my mark on the world. Being successful doing something with my life, something. But, I also kinda look at it with some amount of tripepidation. Maybe, my quadlife crisis has come up already. But, I look at people my age and a bit older, and I think to myself how much we are actually grown. Being the adult is something that I would like to let my mom and dad handle. Not for me.
I don't want to have to think about family or la familia. I don't want to take care of extended family. I want to be like my cousin. It's surreal that I'm even here. I just want... I don't know. I just don't know. Weird. And now, my two best friends- Dave and Sarah- are finally getting married. And it's weird that I even know a married couple at this age and don't know them through my mom or my dad. It's just kinda weird and surreal. Gwah...
Turkey day was great yesturday, thanks. The rest of the turkey is in the garbage as we speak (we don't keep leftovers too long), and there's still some other things in the fridge. We're pretty indifferent to my extended family. When I was little we used to go to my uncle's house for Thanksgiving. But, we haven't done that at all since we moved here to my new house which is a bit more than 5 years ago. I was a sophmore in high-school. We don't really even miss it though. We call them if they call here and wish them a happy thanksgiving, but we don't make it a point to really reach out to them. As a family we're pretty much the isolator. But, then again, we've always been the Black Sheep of my family. La familia no como nosotros. And, I'm very happy for that. They have let us down more than you could ever know.
Patrick came by today, and that was good. Of all the high-school friends that I've had he's been there the most. And, of course, we sat around and shot the breeze. He finally broke up with his girlfriend, and that's for the better, because he just wasn't doing well in a long-distance relationship. Here's hoping his next relationship goes well. *gives a victory sign for good luck*
It's a weird boat that we are all in. From life in general just being weird to relationships with people being weird. I think, the beginning of this complicatedness is probably the end of last semester. I had to start completely over for the most part. And yeah, there was some intresting times over the summer where I thought I could fix it but, it just wasn't meant to be really... And then there is that "Mess We're In..." But, really enough about that. It wastes keystrokes. Although, I still hold to the notion that my life is indeed a PJ Harvey Song.
Sorry
So, I go home in a few hours and I'm still up. I've been watching smallville-again- at the apartment. And I get so amused when they complain about Clark being a dumbass with Lana when one can't get up the nerve to talk to me about the "strange place" that we're in right now. He says these things, says weird things, and I have no idea what they mean. I want to assume, everyone says that I should assume, but I just don't want to; I don't want to set myself up for another fall. I'm trying to protect myself here, you know and I don't want to go through the same thing I went through last summer trying to get over him. I just don't.
I'm sorry I'm not prettier. I'm sorry I'm not thinner, or have a figure that people want. I'm sorry I'm oddly proportioned, and... I don't know. I do remember that one time that he said having dinner with me was "beautiful," I think it was then that I... I wish I had all these things. Maybe if I was, maybe things wouldn't be as complicated as they are now. I see the way he looks at me, and maybe it's just me.
And what pisses me off, is that I know that there just isn't anything else that I could do now. It's all up to me. I wish he would stop being a dumbass. I should call him Clark from now on.
I can't wait to go home. I just want to play with Lola and sleep. My life is a PJ Harvey song.
Lost
I think, I think he has come to terms with his feelings for me and lucky for me; they are good. It's just so odd that I know, it's the odd silences, the odd stares, the intent staring. It makes me feel good, and should nothing ever come to fruition- I think this will end up being a good experience overall. I mean, we can sit and be quiet and just being in the same room is enough. The tension is seriously there again and really I kind of think it's even stronger this time. I'm a bit more possesive which is partly because I don't know. And he's a bit more... I don't know what's the word...
"We all get lost sometimes" I'm pretty much lost once again. I thought I could never feel the same again, after the end of last semester. I never thought I would let it get this far once again. I never thought about it. And now that it's like the way it was last semester; and probably a little stonger, either I have to nip it in the bud or something else has to happen.
I think he said something or slipped something about "us" living together, but I could be hearing things. I don't think I would mind it. I enjoy being with him. I'm not going to lie about that. I do care about him and weither he knows or not weither he feels the same or not, I do. I can. I will.
"Opposites attract when they are of different sexes..." He said this, to me and I agree. I'm confused and lost.
Other news: My University's shoddy upkeep has caught up with them as a building in a complex burned. The Facebook owns my soul. Campus Activites brought a DDR machine to school for the day this week. Needless to say, I owned it. Being a leader is hard work sometimes. And, I don't care what happens to friends from last semester. They let me down and appearently I let them down, so it's done and all for the best. I don't give a crap about "alienating" anyone. I'm not going to play nice when I don't like a person...
I'm?
私は美しくないですか?美しな人ですか?今私はわかりませんですけど。今日はあの男の人のへやに行きました。いいですけどでも。。。でも。私の友達の友達もいきました、そしてあの男の人は好きと思います。あのおとこはわたしに大好きか?私わあの男が愛してる出す。言いして。。。あの男が愛してる出す。子供ですか?わかりませんですから。エリオトのきもち酔うん葉難しくないです。私はきらないですか?かいじゅですか?度してですか?私は切れたいでしょ。
Yeah, again, this is my only filter. Those of you who comprise my Japanese Audience, please forgive the poor grammar. Hopefully, you get my point. But, the thing that I think I've come to grips tonight is that, I'm easily made jelous. And I think, I'm the one who is emotionally insecure...
Changes
I guess everyone goes through changes. Some people don't realize them until maybe it's too late. And some people don't notice the changes within themselves at all. And while, no one really reads this thing that really knows me IRL. I find it kind of odd. Lately Punditocracy has been eating my time. It's a lot of fun and we're getting a fairly consistant readership. Thanks for all that go there.
But, that's not really the point of the reason I'm posting. I pulled the mail-box of my former roomate along with four other students that went on medical leave (according to the email). This was suprising as I had only found out the night before from one of my close friends that knows the score. The complete score- not one that has been manipulated to fit their needs at that time.
I suppose it's for the best for this person, and in fact if they do find the help that in my opinon they desperately need I will feel better; even if I may never speak to them again. I was so angry over this situation all semmester. I couldn't believe the people that this person surrounded themselves with. In AA circles these people are called facilitaors this person just fell out of control. And a lot of people that this person will surround themself with are people that really don't know anything.
People, did keep me abreast of the situation so I'm not necessarily talking out of my own ass. It was scary some of the things that are comming down the pike. One of these people, has revealed themselves to be one of the most fake people that I have ever met. Living up to a steriotype that has only served to hinder people. It pisses me off that these "friends" never risked anything to SAVE this person. From themselves and the self destructive path that they were going on. My only regret was that I didn't do it during last year. I will admit that I was wrapped way to up in the events of last semester. Everything was so new, that I didn't know what to do. And I will freely admit to this.
But, I wish we could have gone to CPD. But, knowing that we can't change the past I won't. And I don't regret what I did. I'm sure it weighed on these people's minds; it seems that people say they care. They type it in their own journals to make themselves believe that yeah, they DO care. But, if they cared, they wouldn't have facilitated the behavoir, they wouldn't have let this person almost fall completly on their head. And it pisses me off they have the pretention to call themselves "friends."
I'm glad that hopefully, without all the crap up here they can get the help they need. I myself, wasn't going to go through that again, I went through it before- and even then the person didn't want to hear it. This one didn't want to hear it either. You have to want to get better to get better.
Ah well, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I need to cut my nails.
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Shellshocked
I'm just sort of shell shocked. The election has come and gone and appearently "America has Spoken." I voted in this election, I stood in line for one hour to get into the polls. I'm part of the 18-24 year old age demographic. I helped win the state of Connecticut for Kerry.
We here hoped for change in America. I know of the men and women out in the inner city who can't make ends meat. Who have to choose between dinner on the table or a doctor's appointment or even medicine for their child. I went to schools that had the 30 year old text books, with teachers that cared but had one hand tied behind their backs. I cared about the enviroment, Orwellian names aside, I thought we could bring about change. 200,000 jobs in Ohio were lost. And Bush is handling the war in Iraq terribly. It costs 4 billion per month to run. And it does nothing to get the man who attacked us on our soil that day.
Appearently, this didn't matter to the electorate. Appearently, the personality that one man portrays, the simpleton-ness of one man won out. Appearently, it came down to Religion and Morality.
The Kerry Campaign did a terrible job in the midwest. They let Bush brand him before he could brand himself, the war chest was too small to keep up the ad-blitz. Kerry didn't stand on one controversal issue and didn't vote either way for the DoMA. He simply wasn't aggressive enough. It came down to two issues, Abortion, Gay Marrage, and Stem-Cell Research.
On abortion, Kerry only supported Partial Births for women who would die and probably take the baby with her when she did. The baby would probably die anyway. He didn't come out and say this. He should have. Personally, the adult woman is more important to the country than an infant.
Kerry was not for Gay Marrage. He was for Civil Unions this was, to give some of the same rights married couples have without being married. Marrage is a religious insitution which I believe is a personal journey. And I agree with Kerry's stance on it. I wish he came out and Said this.
Prop. 71 in Calif., the one with Stem-Cell Research passed. Good.
What now? I'm fustrated, I'm angry and dissappointed with my country, the one that I love. I still believe that we could change it for the better, I still believe in the system. It didn't completly collapsed like it did in 2000. I hate my age group only 17% of them voted nationwide. I guess you could lead a horse to the water but you can't force them to drink.
The Democratic Party needs change. It needs to embrace being a liberal, and start to get it's message out every year. It needs to stop being definded as not the Republicans. It needs to finally unify and stop being the fragmented party it has been since the 60's. Time and again we've been walloped. We've gotten too centrist. Too like the Republicans that our message of change, or message of hope gets buried.
This is only the beginning. We can't run Obama in 08 that would just run into the same problem we ran into running Edwards too early. Hillary is too hated by the party. We need someone to step up. We need a govenor to step up and be counted. We need new leadership.
Obama should run in 2016 but that's an aside... but that's all my thoughts on the matter. Hopefully, hope will show itself.
Music
So, um almost two weeks ago, I went home. It's always nice to go home. And in fact, I'll be home again playing with my puppy (that looks like this (except her hair lies a bit flatter and longer than the pictures let on...))and doing my laundry (not in a dishwasher). The feel of clothes out of a dryer is a good thing. Nice and soft and warm. And on cold days, it's pretty nice.
So I'm kicking ass in the free world. Got a 95 on my American Foreign Policy exam, got a 97 on my Drama exam, finished my Theory paper, wrote up a pretty decent section for AFP case and just generally kick the ass. My sleep has suffered in ordinently as a result. But, oh well. My GPA loves me for it. I may, just may get another 3.9 semester. Which would freaking rock. It would also mean that I'm Ivy League callibur for GradSchool and the only thing I could do is get a really good grade for my GRE. I hate standardized testing, I suck at them. Give me an essay, something and I could give you a piece of platnum. Oh well.
Phobos rocks. It gives me crap from time to time, but so does every computer known to man. It's their job to act like dumbasses sometimes. I need to watch more DVDs on it. Check that, I need to find time to watch DVDs...
So, back to going home, I fed the CD habit, picking up 5 cds that I bought from a used japanese shop. Which all rock btw and was cheap (35$ with shipping!!). And bought the much hyped Utada-Exodus album and Interpol's Antics. So I was pretty happy. Although I've now hit critical mass and have to majorly overhaul how I keep my cds now. *sigh* I wish for an MP3 player, SONY? If you can hear me re-release the netwalkman to handle mp3, please?
what else... I'm a pretty Jaded Junior. I like being told I have nice hair, when all I'm trying to do is air dry it. I love my hair. But I need to cut it, it's getting bit out of control. Fun times are had riding on the boat. I like my Vert. Ear Bud headphones... UA is my hero.
I want my Ring novel back, I spend good money on it and I want it back, and I don't see that person at all to ask for it back. And I want to read it again!
Chihiro is releasing a new single Sodatsu Zassho (A weed that Grows) and I already missed out on the first press. And I'm pissed off about that. I hate the Japanese music machine sometimes.
A girl could never have too much music. Music is the sound of our lives, people relate to the lyrics. At least I do. I find that others have gone through some of the same things that I have. And it makes me feel better, to connect with a person at that level. Music is awesome thropy. I should also get 12 Girl Band and a Bond CD but that's much later.
I should hit the hay.
Confusion
So I'm confused. I... don't know what's going on. Not like, I know what was going on in the first place. I mean, it's not like I am going to know any time soon. But, it's the not knowing that hurts the most.
Without realizing it, I'm back to where I was before SF04. Well, maybe a bit beyond that. We know things about one another. But, we've never talked about things face to face. I would want to though. I just, don't know how to bring it up. I'm so new to this game, and it hurts. Because, everything is on hold for him. And I feel insanely voulnerable. I don't like feeling this way. Not at all.
I've needed to come clean about the way I feel to myself. I had three months to get over it. I thought I had. I thought I was ready to start anew. But the thought of being in the state i'm in, has stolen my senses away. No sir, I don't like it.
I wish he would just tell me something. Anything conclusive about it. The thought of being swept up by my Prince Charming is something that I've always wanted to happen to me. Something I've dreampt about. But, I sometimes don't think it's ever going to happen. I would love it... love it, if all of this could be concluded anyway possible.
Tonight I've come to the conclusion, that yes, I still like him, muchly. That yes, I've just been lieing to myself to keep myself from being hurt again. I was so, very hurt. So very angry. So unbelievably crushed over a relationship that to many accounts never really got off the ground.
Ahhh... love is such a difficult thing.
But, what do I do? How much can I push it without being too presumptious? How can I express how I feel without overthinking the consequences. I'm stuck. And I don't know how, where to take this.
The show felicity once had the most true piece of two-second philosophy about the subject that I've ever heard. "You never stop loving people you love, you just learn to live with it." I just, haven't learned the secret yet.
I could do, so many other things. Right now. I could be thinking about other things. But, it just invades my thoughts. And I'd like it to stop. I just want closure.
OMG
AHHHHHH!
OMG... those who were at the debate party know exsactly why that happened.
I think I'm insanly jelous.
I also think I know I really shouldn't feel that way at all whatsoever.
Fastimes
Mmmm so, what to talk about. The weekend was mostly nice. I got a lot of homework done, but never enough to say I was done. I'm never done. But, a lot of work was done and the last thing I've really gotta do is two more common book entries. Shouldn't be too bad. I mean, it's just talking about more of the old greek guys.
In other news, walking around the village in large circles, with not much else planned is actually a lot of fun. When your with the right people. I was hangin with Jon John Pat and Zack, and that was fun. Hung out with Dave and Sarah tonight. That, was also some fun. I always get to see a lot of people, and see them drunk. Tis a great experience, to know that you are part of three other people that will ever remember that and may hold you to some sort of favor sometime down the line.
Which brings me to my final part. The continuing saga between myself and someone else. So, Jess gets the idea to text message him the other day, and as soon as she does, he calls her back to invite her and the gang (gang==me) to the HARTT symphony orchestra concert. So we go, and there's this other kid there and we all go. It's funny to watch him not be smooth at all. And yes, seeing through him is soo much fun, and cute when he tries though as well...
Anyway, the concert itself was amazing. The guest pianoest that they had was amazing. As well as some of my friends who are in the orchestra, they were absolutely great.
So afterword I part, and Jess tells me later that she thinks it was supposed to be a Double Date. Without telling either of us, what it was. She says she has text messaged him. Whatever.
It's still cute to watch him try to be smooth with me and watch it fall on it's face. Although, I get the distinct feeling from his suite mates that they do NOT like to watch him make a fool of himself, standing that far away when I was talking to him the next night...
New -isms
Ah well. Fun and Fast times at the University of Hartford.
thanks for the ding (as in ding-o-ling as in phone call)Lol
息をした
If you don't understand that, you never will. Learn Japanese. No, I will not tell you what I'm rambling about. I will read it to you. No I will not tell you what it says.
There are a few things that I think I should talk about. There are a few things that I think I should get off my chest. But do I want to? I don't exsactly know yet. How do I mean I don't know? Because I honestly don't know. Got a new computer. It's really awesome. It's the Gateway m675x notebook. 17 in widescreen monitor... beautiful. And a keyboard that actually works for once. It's called Phobos.
So, about the other situation with a certain Coulterite, it's weird, as usual. I think he relizes what a mistake he made and is trying to make it up to me. I don't know if I should. Everyone says I shouldn't, but I just don't know. I'll let all the cookies fall where they may because I don't...check that. I won't go through that again. He has no idea. He's also completely oblivious and not smooth.
I should dig up my burn of Our Last Day, I want to hear Acidman 水写 what an incredible song that is. Find it, listen to it, and love it.
Um lots of things I've been doing. Lots of things. And I have no time to do very much of anything.I should go to bed.
<p>ああ。。。私わわかりませんよ。あの男の人わ私をなりたと思います。ええと私わあの男の人を愛してるですか?わかりますよ。すこし、あの男の人わ私わ愛したと思います。なかないで。
Besot
So I see this word on MTVU today and figured I should use it considering that this is somewhat the story of my life. Indeed.
As Jess put it, the more things change the more they stay the same. For the first time since freshman year, I'm open to meeting a lot more people. I have official capacities, I'm the go-to person in my department. I'm thinking of picking up a second major. The bottom line: I've cut the dead weight. I have no time anymore, but that's okay because everything that I'm doing is really, a lot of fun.
But thats, not what I wanted to write about this morning, nither is that what this word Besot entails. Look it up. Hopefully, I've spelt it right. Well I'll do it for you anyway. Because, I'm nice like that To muddle or stupefy, as with alcoholic liquor or infatuation.
So, what does this mean ... exsactly. Well, I wanted to comment on the weirdweekend what it truly means to me and what I'm thinking about the whole thing.
Firstly, I just want to let the cookie crumbs fall where they may. I want to see where everything is going. I'm not going to, well try not to, sweat over every silly little thing. That, was immature. Well, to me anyway.
The fact of the matter is, do I still like him? Do I still want to be with him? What is it that I want? And I shouldn't lie to my consituancy. I do. I put up a front that I don't care the same way I did. But as I said earlier, the more things change- like our relationship, the more things stay the same, like again, our relationship. I still somwhere, more than I would probably like to admit, that I still want be back with him. I still don't like what he said, or did that Spring Fling night. I still think that was the most dick move ever. I still think the lack of intimacy in an already emotionally charged relationship of Besot, was total crap; reflecting poorly on him. Just, an affirmation of what I felt was returned to me, not anything big- but nothing nothing was ever done.
Mind you, as I still replay that conversation over and over in my head, that he never said he didn't like me. He blamed it on himself, and I've tended not to blame me for it. I would love to call him and ask to talk to him at some point somewhere, just to try and rebuild bridges. I'm sorry that I seem to burn them. With reckless abandon as it might seem.
Not to say I don't think I'm the only one who thinks this. I think he does too. There are a few who agree with me, but a call from someone who hasn't called you in 3-4 mths and suddenly they call you again. I guess it's hard, and I guess it was meant to be hard. But, we should...
But, do I really want to try it again. I guess so... there's still those feelings that I feel. But at the same time, I want to move on. Surely, there are others out there around here somewhere. I just have to lift the correct rock...
But there is that old addage, "I didn't want anyone else, I wanted you." I put up a front that I'm amused (I am) and that I don't want it... but I'm only lieing about it. Especially, from friends who don't want to hear it anymore.
And around and around and around we go again...
Weirdness2
Well, I guess I should talk about what happened the rest of that night now should I? Good thing I went to the diner with Sarah, Dave, and Herb. Good times had all round.
Well beginning again at around the 9 o'clock hour, Jess Adam and I go over to Elliot's appartment. (strange because I knew someone who lived one floor up in the same appartment.) And this was full of weirdness. Elliot and I barely spoke to each other and he barely looked at me. Well, I pretty much think that he tried to engage me in coversation, but me being slightly stubborn really didn't give much care.
He sucks at the beer pong. So I get there, and he's watching family guy. Rachel is there, which is sort of a suprise to me... well if you know her at all. And she's playing Beer Pong with this kid I don't know very well at all. I know though he's in Hillel. So anyway, Jess and him talk. Actually it was more like she trying to get information.
So I'm like what the fuck, and Jess looks at me as if to say the same thing. And then Elliot retreats into his room after completely sucking at the Beer Pong. And a little while later Jess and I decide it's time to leave. So we go to say goodbye to Elliot and so we find him finishing Getting into his pants (actually just putting on his shoes). And Jess goes up to him and he hugs her and I just wave. And he asks where we're going. And we say we're heading to the village possibly the sixes. And he goes, "I might be there. Will you be there?" a question directed at your truely. And I go "well I don't know, I might head to bed soon." And so we finally left.
So I'm pretty bewildered. And Jess and I go over to this kid's Yale place. After a while, I leave and go over to the HJG to collect my thoughts. Then I decide to go home through the village again. By this time it's party central. I see Jesus, and I talk to him for a minute. And then I keep going. Only to run into Jordan, who invites me to a SigmaNerd party. Which I say sure to, but I decide to bail as I saw the amount of people there. And I go to bed. Just wanting to bail on the day completely.
So today I do some homework. Not all of what I wanted to do but most of it. And I go to dinner with Jess, who tells me of the rest of her night. Man I love being sober just so I can make fun of the drunkards after the fact.
And then after meeting some really cool people I go home. And call Sarah. Sarah comes by at 10.30 with Dave, with caramel apples. And we go to the dinner to see Herb. Which as I said, was good times. On the way there, however, I get a phone call from Jess. Who says.
Things I learned.
And yet... I still have feelings for this kid. This immature jerk of a "man." Who really loves to stick his foot in his mouth. As I've said before... it's done. And I'm somewhat glad it is too...
What's your favorite movie? Thirteen Days Wannabe PoGo dork...
Would you sleep with Democrats (something only Jess would ask)? Well uh... we Republicans are more open...*cough*
"I asked him what was up with you (me) and Elliot..." "And...?" says me "He says ask you (me)." To which she says she got pissed off at him and left. LOL... What the fuck.
people suck at beer pong.- And here I thought it was one of those games you really can't suck at...
Some people just aren't born in the correct time period.
Some people really believe the anticated views and bullshit they say...
Weirdness
Or, the commons is one weirdplace/ What the Fuck?
So, I really feel the need to write in my blog about the weirdest thing I have ever had to face this semester. And none of the anger, none of the hurt was really there. I mean there was, but not to the level it was about three months ago.
So Nick and I are having dinner. I was also wondering where all the guildren were. But I figured they were at game night, and I was planning to go as well. But, my plans were dashed. Well, it was sort of worth it anyhow. And I get a phone call. It's Jess, and she has a story. Mr. Cook and she were just talking and she was leaving the his apartment, intreagued I wanted to know more. And she said she was invited to a something to get "shitfaced." Nick and I continued to go "DERF" I also told Forrest, and he had the same expression.
We had a bit of fun trying to come up with the ulterior motive for why he was doing this. Some of these include:
So she comes and she says "he's here" and here I am still trying to wrap my head around this thing about why, after what was said. The stupidity I let myself go, and things like that. And why this was somewhat bothering me as well.
So after talking with Jess, Nick had to go and tutor some kids. And Jess takes it upon herself and walks over the other side of the cafe and grabs Mr. Cook. He comes over with the weirdest expression. What in the world did that mean. And I get invited as well. And we're doing the joint-democrat thing and he decides to disavow an opinion that I liked John Kerry. So, he walks away. Mind you, I'm trying my damndest not to laugh at him. After he leaves I literally throw myself off the chair. (In true Anime fashion).
So I leave Jess for a minute to toss my plates away. And he comes up to me as a "coincidence" to throw his away as well. And he goes "you know I was just joking right?" to which I reply "yes, sure, Elliot, sure." And I walk back to Jess. So. yea.
What. The. Fuck.
He wanted her for some reason
He wanted to give information on me
He wanted her to tell me, and then get me to come.
Soundoff
Well, instead of doing homework before my Democrats of the University of Hartford meeting (henceforth known as DUH). I'm writting an entry for my blog. How, procratination worthy is that?
Anyhow, I guess I should sound off about my third year of college. And through all the trepidation I felt before actually comming here, as soon as I settled into my new schedule (well not so much new, just kinda the same as last semester's just different classes) I felt quite at home.
Classes go well, and I'm actually sort of keeping up with my classes too. Go me. I do have to do some reading so I guess I'll do that after this, but other than that... it's pretty laid back right now. I like most my classes even though most are requirements that I most likely will never really care about with my profession.
Favorite class? American Foreign Policy. Great stuff there, but loooots of reading.
Personally, I haven't had to be in a situation yet, where I would have to deal with the people that caused all the havoc in my life. It's actually been quite nice, to be on my own again. I've kinda missed it. I was way too dependent on some people and I was going somewhere I didn't want to go. I'm free now, and I'm slowly comming back to myself after a year of being too dependent.
Actually, no I lie, I have seen some but only in glimpses. One was standing outside with his floor outside for God know's what and I knew he was staring at me. But, that's gone now... it's done with I hope. And I know I would run back in an instant if he said the word, but... it's done. And I'm happier for it.
Others are around, but I've been to busy to really dwell on very much of anything. It's been intresting how little.... how little I care anymore. I'm too busy and involved in the Guild, DuH and GLS to really stop and think about things.
College is a strange experience. Full of ups and downs, and things that you think might effect you really end up not. And I'm happier that way.
And I'm getting a new computer. It's name is Phobos.
Wow
Well now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I suppose I'm a bit braver because I am not hiding behind a lock. Or waiting for someone else to commment to back myself up.
I cry bullshit, and I will now pick points apart.
Again let me reiterate, that I would have been fine with you getting a single. As far as myself being "hard to talk to" after talking it over with some people, they have all come to the unanimous conclusion that I am not hard to talk to. And one feels that I am the only one he has ever been able to talk frankly about and to confide in me. You could have averted this entire thing, if you, yourself have told me. And not finding out by getting a call at 9.30 at night from some person I don't even know.
Paragraph 6. I don't suppose asking people their opinons isn't in your own vocabulary. Confiding in friends my own problems and asking for their advice isn't something that you normally do. This was what I was doing. When I was worried that you were kicked off of Reslife housing I talked to people and asked their opinons. I asked friends what I should do. I guess you would have liked me to keep everything to myself. Like you do.
Paragraph 7. Wow, and you wouldn't have met Nej if it wasn't for me. And this is all I will say about that. And what my parent's see fit to let me do, where they let me go and the fact that they did NOT let me go that night. (And the excuse that I'm 20 years old and should be able to do things myself, is null and void. My parents control everything I do until I leave the house). Trust me, I would have gone would I had been able to go.
As far as being a friend is concerned I will go into the times where I have been a friend with you. Letting you confide in me the times that you hallucinated in your sleep, the times I would hang around and let you talk about your familial problems, your financial woes. And then most notably, I let you confide in me when your latest breakup with Tim, and I listened to you as you talked about various people that you had crushes in your life. I gave you a shoulder to cry on. I gave you an ear to tell things to. I was there when you needed me and you didn't take advantage for them. I let you consider CPD. I even helped you that night make feathers for your wings and stayed up with you so that you make them.
And you say I've done nothing. Absolutely nothing? I cry bullshit. The way I deal with problems are different than you should. As you should remember this could have been different should you have picked up the phone and wasn't "busy drinking." So, this is my response. I don't need a lock or a person on the sidelines more or less going "YEA! YEA! FIGHT!"
In January, said "Best friend" told me she couldn't believe my word. Last I checked best friends believed best friends. That started the wound, which never healed because we left it. Then there was the silence gap. Last I checked best friends talked to each other. Then there was HER mother calling me and telling me to fix things... And I'm the one who needs to make up my mind.
Then there was the whole fighting with my other friend. He didn't move me away from you. You did it kindly on your own. I didn't appericate the bashing, and the being cold to him anytime you saw him. You want to be a diplomat, yet you can't even manage your own life. Then you got angry that I left you behind and I wasn't hanging out with you. Yet you made it impossible for me to say "hey guys lets hang out with *****".
Refresh my memory what I didn't believe. If I remember correctly this was a personal attack on me. Wasn't it. Mom didn't want to see any discord and so "fixed things" Just as you are hiding behind your own mother, mine took her own initiative. It takes time for me to confront someone and I would rather not do it while I am furious.
Excuse me, if this whole thing happened because I was worried about your well-being. Worried that you were kicked out of housing and then worried sick for you. Something I am sure that you would have appreciated.
As far as what happened between Mr. Munder and myself, that really isn't any of your buisness to be perfectly frank with you. But let me say what things I had against him, would not have been cleared like that.
Paragraph 3... I don't bring things to game. Once game is called life continues. And again it's still none of your buisness. With the game, I'm sure you'll understand what hole you dug with that one.
Paragrah 4 Now why didn't I tell you asap? Because you're difficult to talk to. Don't believe me? Look at you and him. That could have been solved so EASILY, he was willing to sit there and listen to you. But you made assumptions and refused to work it out. Friends always try to work it out. Yes he's not saint, but either are you. Here's another one. You and the Republican. You could have easily turned around and said "that's my decision to make if you'd be a good boyfriend." But instead you ran, and declared it over. And any advice I tried to give you to get him back you said "no." to. But then again, your mother said that's how you are and I need to learn to accept that. If that's the case, then you need to accept me how I am and the fact I don't like that.
Texts
Make up your own Mind
1. Cant in the middle of drinking. 9:58pm 8/21/04
Am I hard to talk to? Am I in the wrong in this? What the hell...
2. I don't have to do anything 9:58pm 8/21/04
3. My mom did some stuff. She dwaling (sic) with them. 10:01pm 8/21/04
4. Mom's doing... 10.03pm 8/21/04
5. I'm living in regents XXXX. Mom made that decision (sic). She wants me to do better in school. no changing. I'm roaming so ican't call. 2:09pm 8/22/04
6. Found out two days ago. Perhaps if you handled things better it would have been easier to tell you. You got problems with it bitch to my mother. 2:47pm 8/22/04
7.Maybe if you were easier to talk to i would have been able to tell you. They also told my mom that the room would be open for the first few weeks. 3:54pm 8/22/04
Breath
So now that my anger has somewhat faded away, let me write about everything that happened from the beginning. I was and so were my suite mates left High and Dry. I find this out when my new roomate calls me to ask what to bring to the university (she's an incomming Freshman). I couldn't speak, I was so suprised. It was also 9.30 at night. I excused myself and tried to get in contact with the person I was supposed to live with, the person that I thought was my best friend at the university. She only texted me back that she couldn't talk that she was "busy drinking." So I call her friend, and I get her voice mail, and so I left a message.
I was supremely worried that she was kicked out of housing and was worried for her. I ... I don't even know. I talked to Scott and went to bed afraid that Crystal was being kicked out.
And then the next day, yesturday, I find out that she got her own single. I was furious. She wouldn't tell me I tried calling again, and she only texted me back saying that she couldn't talk that she was roaming. And that she got a single, that it was her mother's idea and that she wouldn't talk to me because she was afraid of my reaction and that I was too hard to talk to. Get the butcher knife, and ram it in the heart. Go ahead. Go for it. Oh and that "if I had a problem I could talk to her mother." I would be absolutely fine that she got one, all I wanted was for her to tell me that she left, that she did it for such and such reason. It wasn't just her that would be affected. The fact that she told other people, poured salt on the wound.
I was furious, she made me worry and she didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone. I found out through someone else. And I'm the bad guy. I guess this Says so.
And the fact that one person that I broke friendship with, is manipulating people away from me. Like a vindictive bitch, hurts all the more. Oh, so I'm the bad guy the evil wench that won't accept anything. I haven't said much about anything, how does that make me the bad guy. Sure I could be more civil. But when I roleplayed, I left it out of game.
What makes me angrier is that he called one person, that has come to his defence, "a charity case."
Who's the bad guy now?
Damnation3
After everything that I have done. After every piece of shite that I have had to put up with. I have been fucked over once again. And I have to begin agreeing with the 'rents that friends suck. And people wonder why the fuck I'm alone. Because you can't trust anyone.
You know, I got a call from a Morgan last night asking me what she should bring to Regent's Park, and I was like derf? In any case, I hung up and tried to call Crystal, which she didn't pick up. I tried texting her, feeling that Reslife didn't treat her right. And then I read her LJ again. And you know what I found, I found that she had taken a single.
So, I'm getting my own single because that's what I wanted in the first place being really mad and not typeing well at all. Thanks friends, your really great.
Craptasicness
Wow, I wonder why I still insist on posting here. Everyone and their kitchen sink has a LJ and no one I know. Or people that I would like to read my blog ever read my blog. I won't give it up. It's not my problem people never remember to read a blog.
First thing is first. I can't stand not being noticed by the opposite sex. I mean, I guess I become friends with people. But I never EVER get hit on. I never get set up on a date by friends, I never get matchmade, and I never have a friend say "that one likes you." Men themselves don't seem to hit on me, or even think of me that way. Jesus, what am I? ASexual? I'm just sick and tired of being looked over. Am I a beast? Or am I just plain undesirable.
That's been on my mind for the last two weeks. I just don't seem to know what's so wrong with me. Argg! Nothing seems, to come out all right with that. I hate being treated differently.
I hate it that people don't seem to understand me or the people I play, and I hate it even more when they get misrepresented. Just drop the damn character when I leave, and don't give an explanation. I'm so happy I'm away from that damn LARP.
I am NOT an accessory to your life.
I'm gonna see if I can get on some sort of Badminton team when I get back. Watching it on the olympics has reignited my desire to play again. I want to wack the shuttlecock around.
So many things are bothering me. I almost dread what I have to put up with this semester. Last semester was quite possibly the best semester I've had, both personally, and professionally. But this one just seems to be crap already and I haven't moved in yet. One friendship is down the crapper. Maybe some of it was my fault, but after what happened, I realized that I had nothing in common with this person. Nothing at all. I wasn't exsactly angry. I just realized that we are two completely different people and there was only one thing that we had in common.
For some reason, he made his one difference something that he would have to reiterate. As if he didn't or couldn't understand that I didn't care. He made me feel like crap. He was never supportive. And I think he just didn't think of me as a girl. As odd as that sounded. I think that was the problem. He just didn't think. He failed me as a friend. For him it was all about him, even when it was supposed to be for me. He would flaunt his money all around the place, and he was utterly two-faced.
After hearing what he said about another person, I don't want to know what he said about me the other night. To me, he just doesn't exist. And little does anyone know I hold a grudge and I just won't acknowlege your presence. And maybe maybe if this person ever apologized would we work it out. Maybe. I just don't care anymore. I just don't. It's been a happier summer not having to worry about his drama (because he's just indescive.)
I like watching the Olympics. I'm rooting on the Iraqi National Soccer team.
Lifetimes
I've opened a new website! Yea, I know "what about the mainsite"? I've deleted the brinkster account putting a bouncer on that "finally" and put a returning soon index on the main site, with links to the sites as the come back up and running. I did finally realize why the server would loose things... it's case sensative... *shakes a fist*
Anyway, it's sort of a resume for all the characters I've played in roleplaying. Indeed I had fun doing it. Only 6 characters are left, but I'll do them later. Should be pretty simple anyhow...
Located here Lifetimes Tell me what you think? (X posted on the LJ)
RealPolitick
Or GO! JONNY GO!
I just finished listening to John Kerry. Some things from A PoGo's perspective.
It was a bit much with his past... And it was very Hawkish for a democrat. Although, it was Hawkish within reason. His middle-class and lower-middle-class things were very good. I enjoyed the energy through the speech that Kerry carried. And it got me very excited for the rest of the campaign. It was a great speech.
The Balloons... ahhh the balloons. Another 1980 Curse?
Loved the convention, great speeches. Obama, Edwards and Kerry's were my favorite.
Go out and VOTE!
Damnation
I don't know what's going on. That's probably a great way to start an entry isn't it. I don't know, "they don't know I burn." For some reason, I feel left out and left behind. Is this rational? I don't know. I suddenly find that when people ask me "what's up" I don't know what to say because I don't think there's anything that is up at all. There's nothing to do, I stay home all day and read books, watch the same tv shows, and do the same things online.
I'm not a happy person. Maybe being happy is something that I have made a charade for quite a long time. It's tiring. And I'm tired of having to live up to expectations. I'm tired of people not reading, and by reading I mean listening to what I have to say. I'm a complex individual. I am not an open book. Some people I knew, thought they knew me. And they didn't believe me when I said they didn't.
They don't know how much things last semester affected me. Neither did they care, did they hug me, did they ever truely understand. I had to deal with all this crap this drama comming from everyone. I lent a shoulder for everyone to cry one, to rant about others about and when I hurt no one really came to me. One person tried. But he missed farther than anyone. He let me sit in a car, he didn't prompt me. He sat there and it all eventually turned into game. I didn't want that. It was as if he didn't even try.
This brings me to another thing. Some people I know, think their LJ is a place where they shouldn't rant about their lives. Where they shouldn't bitch about anything. And for all intents and purposes, censor themselves. That's not what a blog is about.
These people never contribute to conversations, and I always get the feeling that they don't even like me. I feel like a tool. They leave without saying goodbye, they never invite me anywhere. And believe me they are going places. I just don't feel included anymore. And the fact that most of my friends are also a person that I don't like. I don't like his two-faced ness. He hates one thing, or person. Call one person a "chairity-case" but still calls her a friend and doesn't have the guts to break it off with that person. He hates one organization but decides to come just to ruin it for me. I have nothing to say to this person. Not even a simple hello. He doesn't deserve it in my eyes. Heh...
Fine, I'm just not cool enough. I'm not happy enough, and I'm too cynical. Fine. Just say it and let it go. I lent everyone a hand, but got nothing when I was hurting the most. I'm resentful. No one remembers me when they are going out, but when they need freaking directions, I'm the first one they call.
Screw it all.
Surreality
Or How Cons are... or, On Millenials
Went to Connecticon this weekend. Was mucho amounts of fun, I'm dead tired, but I'm dealing with Anna (my mortal character over at ELN). It was very much fun. Met Peter Mayew/ Chebacca and the voice of Lost in Space, Bob May. Awesome old guys.
Lot's of Cosplayers. And I was impressed with how much we turned all the crap from last year around. It went by pretty smoothly and people seemed to have a good time.
Bringing me to another point. People call this generation Melenials/Gen Y. I've been seeing a lot of us becomming Geeks and Gamers. I guess we're just getting geekier. I find it amuseing for our children, because I definately plan on RPing at the retirement home (with Vampire:tM) and the like.
Sublime
Not much has been going on very much on this front. Well little spurts of things here and there, but on the whole, nothing much. So why do I write today? Well, there are just somethings that I should get off of my chest.
It's a weird time during the summer. Especially, when you live with a father who is somewhat overprotective. It seriously hinders all the going out I could be doing this summer. I'm 20.5 and I'm still pretty much stuck at home. It's a little annoying.
I've been doing a lot of RPG stuff this summer. I've written a good portion for a campaign this summer. It should be good, with a big suprise come Janurary. I've been writting a bloodline book, for the mysterious Nagaraja. It's part of an ELN project. I'm pretty excited about it. It's comming out well.
I started a secondary character at OWBN, a Tremere at Hartford's Court of Storms. Not my main character Voletta at EOTR, but I finally get to play a Tremere. Something I have always wanted to play somewhere.
All this RPG stuff, has broken my friendship with Greg. Really, he has a different vision of what a game should be. I never felt like he listened to what I had to say, or that he wanted to play any sort of fair with other characters. He would always want to go in as a group of the same vampire that knew each other the supposed "mafia" it just smacks of metagaming (cheating). He always wanted to have power and would always want to have power, for him to "have fun."
Now, I know this sounds petty, but it ends up in real life activites. He critizies my characters and my storytelling style, and besides the game, we have nothing to talk about. We are totally different, and I don't have a good view of him. He never made me feel comfortable. We don't have much in common, and his own personality is diametrically opposed to mine. He lives in his own little world and doesn't look at things realistically. His personality irks me. It makes me wonder if I ever liked him if I always thought of him as a brat. I know that's harsh, but at the end of the day I think I always thought that.
Good thing, I don't post things like this on my Lj... heh. Although, this whole thing does remind me of how much people grow apart or grow closer...
Surreal
So, I'm watching the news because I wanted to see how HART (Hartford Areas Rally Together) did today at their protest rally. And what do I see? Someone was shot and killed right next door to the place that I spent 15 years of my life at. It was surreal. My mouth was on the floor to think that the place that I remember as this quiet and mostly secluded area is now infested with crime. It's sad. And, I don't know what to say about it. I guess that comes with living in the city, but you know.
What else did I want to talk about, since I knew I had a hankering to write in my blog.
Life has been going along well, did some Stargate SG-1 rpg-age. Well more like sitting around shooting the breeze with Dave, Sarah and Jeff. LARP has been pushed back, so I still don't get to play Voletta. Oh well... I should get back to writting but I just haven't been in the mood.
*thinks* It's a bit boring. But, it's always like that in the summer, especially when summer is about 4 mths long. I still think about things that happen last semester, and I think I grew a lot as a person. So much so, that if you weren't there, I doubt anyone would truely understand. I guess it's time for a new beginning.
wallyworld
So, I went to the infamous 24 hour wal-mart today out in N. Windham Connecticut. You gotta admire the tenacity of Wal-Mart. They have lodged themselves in CT over the past 10 or so years, so completely that I doubt that they will leave any time soon.
Been reading Koji Suzuki's Spiral great stuff so far.
Want to game. Strong.
breath
So, I got a new layout. Yay. It's going to eventually match my main collective's layout. Yes. I have a layout sitting on the computer, and it's waiting for splicing and layout codeing, but I just haven't gotten around to it. Redoing almost everything with the collective is going to be tedious work. And frankly, I just haven't had the energy and patience to do it.
I almost kicked the sofa for all the fustration the server has given me to get just this layout and the archieve for the blog back up. Anyway, though consider all the sites on hiatus. (If it kinda wasn't appearent now) Hopfully, by it's anniversery month (traditionally celebrated in July) I'll have the collective back up and running. And it too will be CASSHERN.
Oh! about the layout. The pattern came from Fuse.tv I really would like to know how to do these patterns on my own... The image is part of the movie poster to the movie CASSHERN a movie that I want to see sooo much. I was a fan of the original anime, and I like Kiriya's work with it. "Original Human" the name for the blog and the upcomming collective layout, is a song on the CASSHERN OST called Original Human by Towa Tei. Phew....
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