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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 realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack over the rhine cd moxy fruvous cd long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) hellsingffx html currently reading nothing newcurrently playing ffviffviii ffx currently watching hana yori dango (16)gravitation oav (1) fruits basket (17) ayashi no ceres (11) utena (16) rayearth (8) gto tv (4) ccs tv (19?) blaze of mirage (3) star ocean ex (22) |
Tuesday, August 6, 2002 [link] 09:40 p.m. listening to: FFX battle music in the next room If you look at the to do list below, you'll see that I got a lot done today. Well, okay, I got some stuff done. And I updated my site, which wasn't on the to do list. ^^;; I've decided to put C-SPAN and the Supreme Court case off for now, because I need to read Icons of Evolution. Phung needs it back by Thursday. Thank you for loaning it to me, Phung! . . . if you still read this. Tuesday, August 6, 2002 [link] 02:48 p.m. listening to: nothing Kaie: I suppose you have to learn to pick your battles, and I guess hair color isn't something to ruin your family ties over. But I still think your parents were making waaaaaaay too big a deal out of it. For the love of cheese, it's just hair. Will: I meant to social blog at you yesterday, but I forgot. "Selfish people" is indeed redundant. I never realized this before. Thank you for enlightening me. Monday, August 5, 2002 [link] 09:46 p.m. listening to: nothing A to do list, more for my benefit than anything else. Do supreme court case summary Check out C-SPAN Do laundry I really should have done this all today, but, uh, I took today off as a reward to myself for outlining two hundred some pages in three days. I can be an industrious worker when I want to be. [Edit: I called Phung! With any luck, I will get the book today. And I discovered that I can watch C-SPAN online! But I had to add another thing to the list, because I discovered that I am sorely in need of clean laundry.] Monday, August 5, 2002 [link] 07:51 p.m. listening to: "Waltz for Zizi" - Yoko Kanno (Cowboy Bebop OST) [This entry has been pre-recorded.] Kaie: I don't see what hair color has to do with responsibility and/or failure of any kind. Dagger is living proof of this. I would say more, except that Gen and Jasmine have already said it. Damn. I miss out on saying cool, deep, insightful things when I'm getting my ass kicked in FFX. Oh well. I'll just repeat them anyway! . . . well, I'll try not to, but this is also in connection to what Eggie blogged. Which is not entirely unrelated! This is not meant to tell parents how to bring up their kids. I don't have any personal experience in parenting. I'm sure it must be as hard as hell, especially when your kid grows up. To you, s/he will always be your baby, and you want to keep him or her safe for all time. You don't want him/her to go out there into the big, bad world and get hurt. Unfortunately, your kid is going to have to go into the big, bad world sooner or later. And it's better if s/he gets hurt while you're still there to catch him/her. I have always believed, above all, that parents should teach their kids to be responsible early on in life so that s/he won't make dumb mistakes when s/he actually does begin experimenting. Educate your kid to make responsible choices while s/he is young means that s/he won't decide that hey, crystal meth sounds really fun! Granted, this doesn't always work. Some kids need stricter parents than others. Some are just born troublemakers, you know? But I think that most, if allowed to explore sufficiently while young, will know What Not To Do. Let the kid touch a hot stove once, and s/he definitely won't do it again. I think Eggie's right in her assessment of why programs like D.A.R.E. don't work. Portraying drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol as the "forbidden fruit," as she puts it, just makes kids want to try it more. But when I was young, my uncle actively encouraged me to drink. "It's better to find out your tolerance at home," he told me, "than out in a bar where anyone can take advantage of you." Besides, young children are going to think that alcohol tastes nasty. And cigarettes, too. My dad has always believed in letting people discover Dumb Shit for themselves. He told me, "Plants raised in a greenhouse don't survive a storm." Monday, August 5, 2002 [link] 05:32 p.m. listening to: nothing I really, really hate that farking mountain. I'm in Zanarkand now! I can't seem to stop crying. Yuna's voice acting is starting to get on my nerves. Most of the time it's fine, but sometimes she sounds very stilted or stiff or flat. I die a lot in this game. I don't think I've ever died so much in a game in my life. But I suck, really, so yeah. And I tend to die within three steps of a save point, which really sucks. Stopping now. Monday, August 5, 2002 [link] 01:13 p.m. listening to: nothing Auuuuuugh my eyes are going to fall out. I actually made an attempt to go to bed early last night. As in, 2 AM instead of 4 AM. And of course, I woke up at 8:30 AM. Grar. So I went out to breakfast with my dad. He's off to China now. May whatever venture he's engaging in be successful. Then I played FFX all morning! I'm still wandering around Mt. Gagazet. I suppose I should be grateful that I'm not running around with spheres in my hand, but something tells me I shouldn't thank my lucky stars yet. I don't know if I suck or what, but it took me, like, five tries to defeat Seymour. I was doing quite well until he did that one move, Total Annhilation or whatever they called it. Boy, that wasn't funny at all. Eventually, I just ran around, worked up all my aeons into Overdrive, and then summoned them to kick Seymour's ass. It worked! But all my aeons were banished. Yargh. This game continually surprises me. I mean. . . yeah. Dreaming! Who'd a thunk it? . . . crap, this is not going to be a happy ending. I mean, I knew it wasn't going to be a happy ending, because everyone who plays it seems to end up crying like a little girl at the end. But. Uh. Yeah. Have I mentioned that Seymour is absofuckinglutely insane? That guy's more of a nutjob than Kefka. I want my airship, mommy. When do I get my airship? I eat lunch now. Saturday, August 3, 2002 [link] 06:23 p.m. listening to: nothing My cousin is here. He just brought his brand-new PS2. He's probably going to leave it here for a while until he gets a TV for his apartment. . . . so much for getting my homework done in a timely fashion. Saturday, August 3, 2002 [link] 04:01 p.m. listening to: "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" - Crash Test Dummies Happy birthday, Walker! Saturday, August 3, 2002 [link] 01:01 p.m. listening to: "Superman's Song" - Crash Test Dummies Reny: Eh heh heh. I'm sorry. Well, my old computer didn't exactly explode. The hard drive just up and died on me. I could have just gotten a new hard drive, but I guess my dad figured it's just easier to get a new computer. o_O Granted, I did need one, because I think the motherboard on the old computer was also dying or crippled, and at that point I don't think it's really worth trying to salvage the computer. I've been having really strange dreams lately. A few days ago, I dreamt about Kaligo's childhood. But it wasn't the "demonic" childhood I came up with for him, it was a childhood as if he were human. I think he was the son of a wealthy family. They had a huge house, with a ballroom and everything. And Kaligo was a little kid. Like, five or six. I've never seen Kaligo has a little kid before. Last night, I had an FFX dream. It was mostly about Auron, except that I know virtually nothing about Auron's past, so my subconscious. . . made one up. God, that was strange. And there was also this song. . . that Yuna sang. . . I knew I should have written down the lyrics when I woke up in the middle of it. Grr. In other news, the Crash Test Dummies now own my soul. Thank you. Friday, August 2, 2002 [link] 10:55 p.m. listening to: "Yume no Naka e" - Kareshii Kanojo no Jijou There are times I want to scream. There are times I want to cry. And there are times I want to tell the world exactly what I'm thinking. But I never do, because I'm afraid of hurting someone's feelings. I'm afraid of stepping on someone's toes. I want everyone to get along and just be goddamned happy. So I don't say anything. I try to appease everyone. Sometimes I get really fucking tired of this. I'm tired of being tactful and quiet and thoughtful. When is it my turn to be the selfish one? When is it my turn to throw tantrums and snipe at people and be generally human? Why am I always the one caught in the middle, trying to sort things out? And then I feel really bad for even thinking this. There are enough selfish people in the world without adding another one to the pile. I think I can be better than that. I want to cry. Friday, August 2, 2002 [link] 08:22 p.m. listening to: nothing Happy birthday, Arielle! And now, crankiness from a cyclist. I ride on the sidewalk. I know this is against the law, but I do it because I do not want to be hit, because drivers are assholes who do not watch where they're going. Drivers, when pulling into a driveway of, say, a gas station, please watch to make sure there's no one in the way. Sir, if you are making a right turn, make a right turn. Don't talk on your cellphone. Same goes for you, ma'am. Watch where you're going, fuckers!!! It's really interesting how cyclists seem to be invisible. Drivers will notice pedestrians, apparently, but put that pedestrian on a bicycle and suddenly nobody can see you. So. Uh. Rar. Friday, August 2, 2002 [link] 03:37 p.m. listening to: nothing And now, some links. The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. Support them, dammit. Google Sets. Strange and fun. A petition concerning the dub of the Cowboy Bebop movie. I haven't seen the dub, but I've heard it's very good, so it looks like the petition's for a good cause. KareKano is being released in the US? Christ. I need to pay more attention. Thursday, August 1, 2002 [link] 02:42 p.m. listening to: "Alleluia" - Dar Williams Rabbit, rabbit! Because you all already hate me anyway, I'm going to ramble about my new computer. 1.7 GHz Pentium IV processor. 512 megs of RAM, according to the system properties, but I don't think that's the real number. My previous computer had 128 megs of RAM, but the system properties told me 120 megs for some reason. My cousin said it had something to do with the video card. **shrug** At any rate, I have so much RAM I don't know what to do with it. And a 40 gig hard drive, huzzah! Well, not hard drive capacity has ever bothered me. I had a 10 gig hard drive before and I had six gigs of space on it, in the end. If there's one complaint I have about this computer, it's that it's really freaking dark. I have my monitor set to 100% brightness and it's still not as bright as when I had my old computer and the brightness was set to 50%. This doesn't affect me except when I look at collages/wallpaper, but I think it's going to cause me real problems if/when I get Photoshop again and start making graphics. Blarg. I feel really silly having MaxMem on this computer. I have an optical mouse, too. It's spiffy. Wednesday, July 31, 2002 [link] 04:31 p.m. listening to: "Yarmouth Town" - Great Big Sea Okay, I managed to get to Cloud's character sheet after all. I have no words. Wednesday, July 31, 2002 [link] 04:15 p.m. listening to: "Mercy Street" - Peter Gabriel I woke up at 3:00 PM today. Christ. So much for trying to gradually reset my internal clock. I also woke up to an empty house, which hasn't happened for a while. It's a little disconcerting. Ever since my father moved his business home, I've been used to always having someone in the house. Now I'm going to blab about my new computer for a while. I like it. It's spiffy and fast. The fan blows on my legs and cools me down. I have so much RAM I honestly don't know what to do with it. My old computer had 128 megs; this new one has four times that. My old computer also had a 500 mhz processor. The new one is three times faster. So. Uh. I suddenly don't know what to do with all this updated technology. Unfortunately, I have no CD-ROM drive. I have a DVD drive that serves as one for now, but I really don't like it. I find it depressingly slow, and it takes forever to read my CDs. I plan to move the burner and CD-ROM drive over from the old computer one of these days, as soon as I can find someone who knows how. I might tackle it myself, if I get impatient enough. ^^;; But, er, I'm capable of great patience. The computer came installed with Norton AntiVirus, but not Microsoft Word. I really have no idea what to say about this, except that this is going to make doing my homework very difficult. I'm certain the secretary's computer has Microsoft Word (I can't imagine how she can possibly work otherwise), so once work is done I can use her computer for homework. This isn't such a bad arrangement, since I'm far more productive at night, and the work day ends at 6 PM. I rarely sleep until 4 AM these days anyway, so that gives me plenty of time to get work done until I can get Word installed on this computer. I've also lost Adobe Photoshop, which frustrates me to no end, since I just started learning how to use it properly. The secretary's computer also has that (I have no idea why), so I plan to ask her how she acquired it. Hopefully she still has the install disk, or can get it from someone. I think I may try to see if I can retrieve any of my data. The people at the computer shop reported that there had been physical damage to the drive (I have no idea how that would have happened) and I had most likely lost all my data. Most likely means there's a slim chance that some of it might have been saved (hopefully). And, well, I've been lucky so far, might as well push it a little further, right? Right. And now, some long-overdue social blogging. Amea: You talked about your school, like, forever ago, but I still feel the need to say that I think it sounds incredibly cool. A school like that really fosters independent thinking as well as logical and rational thought, which I think we need more of. Gwen: To quote someone really, really wise, "You are not as fat as you think you are." Kels: That's really effin' rude, especially if you're practicing. I mean, practice is practice, right? Unless you're, say, practicing in the middle of a busy highway. Then that's bad. But that's still really tactless of them. If you enjoy singing, it really shouldn't matter if you sound like a vulture who swallowed a bunch of knives or a siren who lures men to their death. And IMHO, it's not a matter of compromising yourself (which you should never do unless under extreme duress, because you're really all you have), it's just a matter of having tact, aka knowing when to keep your mouth shut. **dryly** Rachel can be extremely tactless, much to her woe, and often ends up eating her foot. Granted, I don't see the big deal in a graphic novel either, but I think your father's right in that sometimes, you need to consider your audience. It's not bending yourself backwards to please them, it's just being considerate of others before you bull in and find yourself in over your head. After all, you'd like them to be considerate of your feelings too, right? I don't know anything about your "Iowa family," or your relationship with them, so I'm not qualified to comment there. Ideally, while your family should love you for who you are, well, we're all human. Sometimes humans don't get along, and sometimes humans don't like each other or aren't considerate of each other's feelings. It's frustrating, but it seems to be the sad truth of the matter. I'm not saying that they shouldn't love you for who you are, I guess it's just that people can't help themselves, sometimes. I hope I didn't just majorly offend you in any way, shape or form. Feel free to blog back at me or email me. Irrelevantly, I'm looking at Kingdom Hearts via RPGamer and I think I may die laughing. I see Squall! And Cid Highwind! And a young Selphie who apparently fights with a jump rope! And young Tidus (who fights with a stick) and young Wakka! Cloud's supposed to be there too, but I can't seem to access his character sheet. Simba is a summon! And so is Bambi! And Mushu! Oh, God, the pain. I can't stand it anymore. Tuesday, July 30, 2002 [link] 07:02 p.m. listening to: nothing The good news is, I have a new computer and it works! The bad news is, I lost all the data on my old computer! So, I need this favor from ya'll; anyone who has any of my stories, no matter how old or crappy they may be, please send them to me. All of my good writing was uploaded to my website, thank God, but most of my Tony novel was lost. So, anyone who has any bits of the Tony novel, please send them my way. Thank you. |
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