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 2car
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
moxy fruvous live noise
hellsing dvd box set
long-term obsessions
anime/mangayaoi/shounenai
clamp
music
animals
life and living
video games
current obsession(s)
schoolcollege
currently reading
nothing newcurrently playing
ffxkingdom hearts
currently watching
hana yori dango (20)gravitation oav (1)
ayashi no ceres (11)
utena (16)
rayearth (8)
gto tv (19)
ccs tv (19?)
mirage of blaze (6)
star ocean ex (22)
.hack//sign (8)
witch hunter robin (12)
kogepan (9)
weiß kreuz gluhen (2)
naruto (7)
12:18 a.m.
listening to: nothing
Siean finished Kingdom Hearts today! I'll try and make this short, as I'm sleepy and wish to go to bed. There will be massive spoilers.
I'm sorry, but I do not comprehend the ending. Is there any particular reason Mickey and Riku had to seal themselves inside the door? Could they not have sealed it from the outside? Mickey I might be able to understand, since he had a key and maybe they needed one on the inside and one on the outside (Sora), but why did Riku have to pull the door shut? Could he not have gone outside and pushed the door? Maybe I'm missing something totally obvious.
Sepiroth's entrance in the Platinum Match totally kicks ass. Actually, Sephiroth kicks ass, literally. Oh, and his character design kicks ass, too. Sephiroth kicks your ass, my ass, and the girl down the street's ass. I just don't think his voice is deep enough. He should have a deep, mad sexy voice. And One-Winged Angel! I feel the urge to download it now. If only I could find my soundtrack. . .
He didn't beat Sephiroth, by the way. He went in just wanting to see how strong he was. Sephiroth annhilated him. I mean, seriously. Two hits, and he went down. It was pathetically funny.
Am I wrong in thinking that Ansem's voice was quite sexy? Except his actor overdid it. . . quite a bit. I thought some of his lines would have been more effective if he hadn't yelled them. But that's just my interpretation.
I really like Riku. I liked him from the beginning, and I liked him even more at the end. Speaking of which, the special featurette at the end had me nearly clawing at the screen wanting more. I mean. Yeah. GAH. That just rocked. Riku. Older. Two swords. Kicking ass. Yes. Want. More. **degenerates into babbling hormonal mass**
And that's all for today, folks. I'm cramping something fierce.
Thursday, December 5, 2002 [link]
10:07 p.m.
listening to: "The Boxer" - Carbon Leaf
NOOOOOOO! SLOOOOOAAAAANE!
**keels over, whimpering**
Thursday, December 5, 2002 [link]
07:51 p.m.
listening to: "Happier" - Guster
Um. Yeah. Sure.
Thursday, December 5, 2002 [link]
07:29 p.m.
listening to: nothing
I LOVE KAKASHI. The more I see, the more I love. Words cannot describe how cool this man is. I could sit here all day and try to enumerate his many qualities and character traits, and still I would not be able to explain how cool he is and how much I love him. Yeah.
. . . that is all.
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 [link]
09:59 p.m.
listening to: nothing
Having watched four episodes of Naruto, I will now give a short review. This will most likely contain spoilers for, well, the first four episodes of Naruto. ^^
First off, I would like to say that I really, really like this series. It's very well-done. The animation doesn't suck, the episodes are well-paced, it continually surprises the viewer, and it evokes emotion in all the right places. My jaw was on the floor two-thirds of the way into the first episode, during a certain scene involving Iruka-sensei, Naruto, and Mizuki-sensei.
That said, I'll get on with what I think of the characters, or at least the characters I've seen so far. This will most likely change as I watch more of the series.
Naruto is pretty much your average shounen protagonist: hot-tempered, hard-headed, stubborn, and with an alarming fondness for ramen. I'm very eh about Naruto. He has his good points, but I'm not in love. I think his seiyuu overdoes it occasionally. Very occasionally.
The series gets major points for actually giving Naruto a valid reason to be an idiot. A lot of the time shounen series just seem to make their protagonists delinquents for no real reason other than that it's just their nature. In this series, Naruto's a delinquent for a reason that affects a lot of kids in real life.
I [heart] Iruka-sensei. I mean, that man's just "awwwww." He's so snuggable! And he's such a marshmallow! And he's nice to Naruto! I was terrified he was going to die in the first episode, which would have sucked because by then he was already my favorite character.
Sakura needs to go jump off a cliff. She's not unbearable to the point where I'll stop watching the series (I've quit partway through several series simply because I couldn't stand a certain character), but she's pretty annoying. Her only redeeming point is the "inner Sakura," which provides some good comic relief.
I feel like I should like Sasuke because, uh, everyone loves Sasuke. He seems like the sort of character that would have a lot of fans (cold, calm, collected, and aloof). While I don't dislike him, I'm not fangirling quite yet. I probably will. Later. When we see more of his character. I'm impressed with him so far, but no lurve yet.
I [HEART] KAKASHI.
That is all.
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 [link]
06:06 p.m.
listening to: "Gypsy" - Suzanne Vega
So, my dad just came home, and he put it all in perspective. "Well, the worst that will happen is that you go into debt. Take out student loans. Do work-study. Get a job."
Granted, these are all things I was planning to do anyway. Well, I wanted to avoid taking out student loans because I'll be spending the rest of my life paying them back, but it looks like that's inevitable now. And never mind that there is a limit on the amount of student loans you can take out.
Greeeeeeaaaat.
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 [link]
05:34 p.m.
listening to: "Gypsy" - Suzanne Vega
Allow me to be bitter for a few minutes.
Some of you have figured out by now that I don't like my mother much. Well, no, that's not right. I mean, I don't dislike her. I just. . . don't like her. It's difficult to explain.
So, the other night my mother gives me a call. She wanted to talk to my dad, I'm sure, but I picked up the phone. So we went through the usual "How are you, what's up" little routine, in which I assured her that really, nothing changes with me. She asked me which college I'm going to, and I informed her that I won't know until next year, when I find out if I've been rejected or accepted.
Then she asked me when my Winter Break was. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a dangerous question. It really means, When will you be free so I can come visit?
I told her when Break was. Maybe she'll be busy. Maybe she won't be able to visit. I hope so, because I want to enjoy Winter Break, dammit.
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 [link]
03:44 p.m.
listening to: "Bittersweet Symphony" - The Verve
My hands are really, really cold. Brrr.
Feeling depressed again. AP Government does that to me. I've never been faced with a class where no matter what I do, I can't seem to do well. It makes me feel helpless. I hate feeling helpless. But here I am, feeling helpless. Mr. Hammett was angry because nobody passed the last test. Nobody. He said if he hadn't curved it, no one would have had a passing grade. This makes me weep. He says, "Either you aren't reading, you aren't studying, or both." And I want to cry, that's not fair, I'm doing the best I can. I read. I study. It doesn't seem to do me any good. I want to give up, but I've never given up before.
So tired.
The Book Fair at school opened today. Most of the books aren't really my reading level; they seem to sell either "teen" books (which I hate) or "classics" (most of which I own or have already read). I bought Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and The Wolves in the Walls, the latter of which is a collection of retold fairy tales, much like Snow White, Blood Red and Ruby Slippers, Golden Tears and their ilk. In fact, it's edited by the same people, Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow.
My dad's telling me not to buy any more books because I'm going to college soon, and I won't be able to take my books with me. In fact, he thinks I should sell all the books I currently have. He's probably right, and I'll probably end up selling most of my books--I already have a huge box in my closet full of books I'm planning to sell--but I'd like to think that I'll be able to store some of them in a box with my aunt or something. There's no way he can expect me to get rid of all of them.
I talked to Mr. Andrade the other day. He's a history teacher at the school whose father declared bankruptcy when he went to college, like mine is planning on doing. His father liquidated all his assets--that is to say, he sold everything he had and turned it into money. Like my father's doing. And so, on the income tax return it looked like his father suddenly got a lot of money and Mr. Andrade got a merry "screw you" from the financial aid department.
But Ms. Borja's back from Spain now! This makes me happy. She enjoyed her trip; it rained the first couple of days, and then it cleared up and she had a fantabulous time. I love Ms. Borja so much. I want to take her to college with me.
Good God, when did my life become so pathetic?
[Edit: You know, I think you can tell my mood by what I change the title to. When I start quoting T.S. Eliot, you know there's trouble.]
Monday, December 2, 2002 [link]
08:23 p.m.
listening to: "The Queen and the Soldier" - Suzanne Vega
Watched Evangelion: Death and Rebirth today. Was slightly disgruntled, as it's pretty much nothing but an incoherent summary of the series as well as an advertisement for The End of Evangelion, the real mindfuckery. But, oh well.
Then I took a nap and had a dream in which I hated my father and he hated me, and yet I really yearned for his acceptance and approval.
That's all, really.
By the way, in case anyone's wondering, the two previous entries were not really logged at night, at school. They were logged earlier in the afternoon. It's just that all the computers at school are really screwed up and think it's five hours later than it is as well as being November 30. I fixed the date when I blogged there, but apparently overlooked the time. Oops.
Monday, December 2, 2002 [link]
08:44 p.m.
listening to: same as before
I have a jar of dirt and detritus next to me right now. It's sparked a few questions, namely on why I have a jar of dirt and what else is in it. I reply that the jar contains worms (omitting that one worm is dead and the other is MIA--I honestly have no idea how a worm disappears, but this one did), and that it's for Biology. I just went through this round with the boy sitting next to me, and he asked if I was going to do "cool experiments" with the worms. I said no, the experiment was already done, and it was merely filling the jar with different kinds of materials and seeing which the worms preferred.
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed. "I'dve seen how they reacted to fire and cold and electricity and stuff. Watched 'em spaz out. That'dve been cool."
While I'm all for scientific inquiry, people like him make me worry.
Monday, December 2, 2002 [link]
08:33 p.m.
listening to: the delightful sounds of juniors chattering away around me
Wooha, I can blog from school! This delights me to no end, if only because now I can be trendy and type about what irritating things are going on around me.
It will never fail to surprise me how people don't know how to do simple research. I never really quite understood why my teachers, in my earlier days, placed such emphasis on researching data. I mean, how hard is it? You plug what you're looking for into the computer and then go look at the books on the shelf. You read the books, or passages from the books, glean relevant information, and then put it together and present it. Or, even easier, you plug what you're looking for into a search engine and read and glean information from websites without ever having to leave your chair. But some people can't do this.
Some people, I'm sure, have problems processing information. Other people, I suspect, are just lazy and don't want to read. The teacher in with his class right now was just berating the boy sitting next to me. "Is this right?" the boy asked. "I don't know," said the teacher. "Is it?" "Well, I dunno." "Have you read it?" "No." Good heavens.
Things like this make me really, really want to veer away from teaching high school. If I do any kind of teaching, it'll be at the college level, where at least I can yell at idiots who want to be there.
Sunday, December 1, 2002 [link]
12:31 a.m.
listening to: nothing
I wasted most of my break playing Breath of Fire II but I don't care la!
Also, I have now joined the ranks of the Naruto fans. Any show that can do to me what Naruto did to me two-thirds of the way through the first episode definitely deserves my everlasting adoration.
I still need to finish Witch Hunter Robin.
Saturday, November 30, 2002 [link]
01:27 a.m.
listening to: "Bittersweet Symphony" - The Verve
I didn't actually get back from the game this late, I was just playing Breath of Fire 2. ^^;; I don't know if I'm careless or the game's just really hard, but I've died maybe four or five times already. Fortunately, the way saving in this game works, I haven't lost any experience; I've just lost a lot of time and money. But I'm enjoying myself, even though I got creamed by cockroaches. Cockroaches.
The game was fun. We got rained on. We marched. We were drenched. We changed after doing our halftime show, which sucked because we hadn't practiced for a week. Then we sat in the bleachers in our regular clothes and got drenched. I had to peel my clothing off when I got home, I was that wet. We lost big time, 29 to 0 or something like that. I have to admit I'm relieved; go Santa Fe. You can spend another cold, rainy Friday night at a football game.
Friday, November 29, 2002 [link]
04:12 p.m.
listening to: "Gin & Tonic Sky" - Mundy
It's raining and I have to go to a football game where I am going to have to march.
Wow, could the day after Thanksgiving possibly get any crappier? Only if lightning struck the bleachers.
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