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about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 17 location: socal, usa hobbies: anime, manga, reading, writing, doodling, video games, french horn likes: all of the above, being lazy, mushrooms, cheese, animals, laughing loudly in public dislikes: nuts, stinging/biting insects, religious fanatics, violence, olives contact: coloredink@mailcity add .com wishlist playstation 220-30 gig hard drive car summer job a good night's sleep money stress-free life trigun dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack over the rhine cd moxy fruvous cd hellsing dvd box set long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) schoolcollege currently reading the illustrated man by ray bradburycurrently playing ffviiiffx currently watching hana yori dango (20)gravitation oav (1) ayashi no ceres (11) utena (16) rayearth (8) gto tv (15) ccs tv (19?) blaze of mirage (3) star ocean ex (22) |
Saturday, October 5, 2002 [link] 07:47 p.m. listening to: "The First Noel" - Crash Test Dummies It looks like flu season has finally caught up with me. I attributed my generally crappy feelings in the morning to allergies (I often wake up with the sniffles), but it lingered into the day and just got worse. I took some Benadryl, which did nothing. Jean came over for a Bio study session, I continued to feel crappy, and then aches began to creep in. When I developed a brief earache I decided that I was indeed sick. This sucks. I can't concentrate on anything. Saturday, October 5, 2002 [link] 05:05 p.m. listening to: nothing Andrew is in ICU and in critical condition. He's gone into a coma (I don't know if the doctors put him in that coma or if he went into it himself) and there was brain hemorrhaging. I just got this from Rachel, whose mother spoke to one of the football mothers that went to the hospital. I also hear that Homecoming has been canceled. **cry** I do not want to study for Government right now. Friday, October 4, 2002 [link] 10:22 p.m. listening to: "Kaddish" - Ofra Haza I want to cry. The game was suspended. Early into fourth quarter someone was really badly hurt. They laid him out on the grass. Play stopped. Our team was kneeling, silent, nervous, waiting. The other team from Burbank crossed over the field to our side and kneeled as well. And then one of the football players stood and took a few steps out. "Get up!" he yelled. We didn't seem to comprehend at first. "Get up!" he yelled again. "Get up! Get up and pray that he's okay!" And people started, slowly, to get up, and then we all rose almost as one. I don't pray. It's not that I don't believe in it, it's because I think praying labels me as something I'm not. But I prayed, hoping, hope hope hope. The ambulance came. There were a few tense minutes as the men did their work, and then he was taken into the truck on a stretcher. We sat down again. There were more minutes of conference, and it was decided that the game would be suspended until further notice. It was announced that the hurt player was number thirty-four (or was it thirty-two?), Andrew Castillo (I think; I couldn't hear). We went home. I told everyone on our bus to think good thoughts for him. There were some pretty bad reactions. One of the color guard girls, Sara, went into something like shock, fearing for her cousin who's in football. And another color guard girl--Joy, I think--wasn't great either, crying into her pillow. I was fine until I got home. Then I slumped against the wall and cried. (Be good, be thoughtful and reasonable and mature throughout your life. There are times to be gay and times to be serious. Always hold on to your humanity; if you do not feel the pain of another's sorrow, you are not human. "To sleep--perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub! / For in that sleep of death what dreams may come / When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, / Must give us pause".) Friday, October 4, 2002 [link] 04:50 p.m. listening to: "Haunted" - Poe Apparently, more people than I realize read my blog. This is kind of alarming and it makes me glad that I don't often use this blog as my bitching grounds. ^^;; It's not so much that I'm afraid of it getting back to whoever I'm griping about (although that is a pretty big reason), it's more that I don't see any point in bitching on my blog. It's not fun for me and it's not fun for whoever's reading it, although I hope that I never reach the point where I'm blogging solely for my audience. Must get downtown this weekend if it kills me. NEED GOHOU DRUG 2. I hardly did anything last night. I was so tired when I got home from rehearsal that I made my little blog-rounds online and then set myself to scrubbing Losmeiya's mellophone. It's messed up because Hala was using rotary oil in it last year, which you never, ever use in piston valves. I'm not particularly upset with Hala, because after all she didn't know, but it's hard to be reasonable about things like that when you're kneeling next to your bathtub scrubbing out valves with an old toothbrush. ^^;; I also unscrewed the caps on the bottom and scrubbed those; all three had this nasty green-white gunk in the bottom. The valves work better now except for the first one, which has to do more with the rubber grommet-thing than any leftover oil residue, I think. Or at least that's what Mr. Edo says. I hardly talk about anime on this blog anymore, do I? I should probably do a more in-depth review of Spirited Away (which is a fantastic movie and I think you all should go see it), but that'll have to wait for a bit. For some reason, the school's filtering software blocks the main pitas site and the Harry Potter roleplay that I'm involved in. Why? I will never know. But I am amused. Some writer-ish babbling now. I am not at all worried about my personal statement, although I do know that the one I've already written is much too long. The good thing is that I can divide it into three pieces and make three separate essays. Hee. No, my main writer-ish concern right now is Kaligo, who seems to be warping agaid. I blame it on Dagger; her character, Marlon, is probably capable of warping anyone. Those of who have read The Picture of Dorian Gray: think of Lord Henry. Yes. Exactly like him. So, anyway, Kaligo now apparently has latent self-destructive tendencies and a rather dangerous repressed side. No good can come of this. I fully expect him to snap one day, and then return to his senses after wreaking havoc. Then there will be guilt. And angst. And worst of all--cliché. That's my biggest thing about it, really. Guilt and angst almost inevitably leads to cliché. Unless you're Dagger, who pulls it off brilliantly. Damn her eyes. Ow. My head hurts. Ow. And I have to go to a football game now. Better swallow some Tylenol before I go. Wednesday, October 2, 2002 [link] 04:59 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I feel tired but content, for some reason. A far cry from how I was feeling on Monday and yesterday, that's for sure. ^^;; I'm proud of myself, for one; I've gotten my act together for my AP classes. Er. I think. I've just gotten all hardcore about studying, really. I'm not used to it (I basically breezed through the first half of school without any studying at all), but now I think I know what I'm doing. I think I'm prepared for the test tomorrow. Found out today that people read my blog. As in, people I know from school. She told me that a lot of people do, although I'm not sure what constitutes "a lot." I don't know why it's so surprising that people I know IRL read my blog. I mean, I'm not surprised that people I know OL read my blog, so why the double standard? But it's kind of flattering that my life and ramblings are somewhat interesting. And that people don't run away from my screaming from me after finding out that my secret shame is Harry Potter slash. Hmm. What else? Can't think of anything. Guess I'll just do my Biology homework now. Sigh. Tuesday, October 1, 2002 [link] 08:39 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist In the tradition of all fine AP students everywhere, I am avoiding my homework. So, I'm going to tell a story. Early on in life, I somehow discovered that if I doodle during class, it helps me concentrate. No joke. As long as I occupy half my brain drawing, apparently, the other half pays full attention to lectures. This results in my doodling during Biology and Govt. lectures. I take notes at the same time; I usually have one sheet of notebook paper out for notes and some scratch paper for doodling. In high school, teachers generally don't mind; they assume that if you're not paying attention, it's your fault and your loss. But it does get annoying. Dr. Jang noted my tendency to draw during his class sophomore year, when I had him for Honors Biology. I don't remember if he ever chewed me out for it. So, the other day, during AP Biology, Dr. Jang sees me drawing again. He's talking about hybrid breakdown (second generation infertility) and using the breeding of horses and donkeys to create mules as an example, so I'm drawing a donkey. I sit in the front row, so he noticed me drawing and immediately threw a comical fit. He's like that; more bark than bite. His little "rants" are never serious, and neither is his "tough guy" act. Just today he yelled at a girl who came in for a make-up test and said she wasn't ready. "You're not ready?! I don't wanna see you! Get outta here! Come back tomorrow!" She ran off, surprised at her good fortune, while Dr. Jang turned to us and said, "I really showed her, huh?" Well, anyway, so he threw a funny little fit. "Drawing horses again?! That's just that two years ago!" He addresses the rest of the class: "You know, she was always drawing horses in my class! Doodling all the time!" "But I got an A, didn't I?" I said cheekily as soon as he paused. ". . . yeah, you did," he grumbled reluctantly. "Smart girl." Hee. Tuesday, October 1, 2002 [link] 02:45 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Arrrrrrgh. Having trouble balancing my schedule. I was prioritizing Biology at first, because I don't take naturally to sciences like I do with humanities, and Dr. Jang has scary policies. ^^;; If you don't pass the test the first time you have to make it up until you pass or you don't get to take the next test. So I've been studying like crazy for AP Biology. Now I'm doing okay in AP Bio, but my grade in AP Gov is starting to slip. I got a C on the last test. It's very frustrating because I don't even know what I'm doing wrong in AP Gov. I've been studying, taking notes, everything I did that worked last year in AP US History and that is working this year in AP Biology. But it doesn't seem to be working in AP Government because the tests seem to be derived mostly on application of learned knowledge instead of just memorization of facts and concepts. Which is, uh, considerably harder. I'm hoping that the poor score on the last test was just a result of my missing three days' worth of lecture. It looks like a lot of the learning is done in class through activities, etc. Oh well. I'd rather be dying from challenge than boredom. Edit: Technomancy is dead. Long live Technomancy. **sniff** Monday, September 30, 2002 [link] 05:22 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Ugh. Today was not a good day. I'm just ready to go splat. I've been taking Xenadrine lately, which is a weight-loss diet pill thing. As far as I can tell, it speeds up your metabolism so that you burn more calories. I'm pretty sure it contains caffeine. It made me pretty spacey and disconnected at first, but now it just makes me kinda hyper around third period. I made the mistake of drinking coffee this morning. It was good coffee. Cinnamon-hazelnut. But the coffee combined with the Xenadrine made me feel pretty sick. I was shaking third period, and by fifth period I was so spaced out that I could hardly concentrate on my Biology test. Yeah, and the Government test second period pretty much kicked my ass, too. **sigh** In other news, I've been reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. Nobody told me it was so. . . slashy. I mean, wow. British Victorian gay! Yum. And sarcastic social commentary! Oscar Wilde is my new hero. Sunday, September 29, 2002 [link] 04:20 p.m. listening to: nothing Well, I just got back from my audition, where I was completely assraped. It's a relief, actually; I sucked, I'm sure I didn't make it, and that means I just saved my father large amounts of money in tuition with PYMO. The nice man told me about a concert band that's Tuesday evenings from 4-7 or 7-9 or something like that where I can just walk in and he'll introduce me to the director. He told me that I'm better than the French horn player they currently have. That sounds nice. I like performing in a low-key environment. I'm very high-strung; my father knows this, I know this, everyone knows this. So I'm not exactly cut out for high-level performance groups. And they were very understanding that I'm playing mellophone right now and so my French horn skills are essentially dead. I wish I could've auditioned last May, when I didn't suck. I drink ginseng chicken soup now. Saturday, September 28, 2002 [link] 09:29 p.m. listening to: the washing machine Tomorrow, I am auditioning for the Pasadena Young Musicians' Orchestra. I just got my audition piece today. This audition is going to assrape me. |
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