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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 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 ffxdevil may cry currently watching hana yori dango (20)ayashi no ceres (11) utena (23) rayearth (8) gto tv (23?) ccs tv (19?) mirage of blaze (6) .hack//sign (8) witch hunter robin (16) kogepan (10) weiß kreuz gluhen (2) naruto (12) houshin engi (21) |
Thursday, January 9, 2003 [link] 11:47 a.m. listening to: the chattering of my peers I'm feeling really irritated. Some people have that effect on me. I really shouldn't let those kinds of comments get to me, but it rankles, sure enough. People who seem to have no purpose in life other than to be angry and spiteful and hurtful should simply be shot. No one will miss them, I'm sure. Wednesday, January 8, 2003 [link] 11:37 a.m. listening to: "Sunshine" and Rebecca conversing next to me I feel great. Sure, I'm still sleep-deprived and I have a headache and too much work and blah, but I feel great. I feel so full of energy, somehow. Purpose. I feel like, for the first time in my life, I have a direction. I know what I'm going to do. . . . I'm going to enter Young Authors 2003, sponsored by Columbia College Chicago! Ahem. Anyway. I haven't done a little descriptive blurb in a long tmie, so here's one now. For some reason, people like to gather around and watch someone playing a piano. There was one such group today, and I joined in. I'm not sure what he was playing; Maple Leaf Rag, perhaps. But I was drawn to it. There is something about the intensity of the piano player, how his eyes are turned inward, unaware, caught up in the music, hands and fingers flickering across the keys, grace and surety in every precise movement. I thought that if I could capture a fraction of that in my writing, I could be happy. Tuesday, January 7, 2003 [link] 06:22 p.m. listening to: "Wondering Where the Lions Are" - Bruce Cockburn Well, I just lost an hour of my life trying to help a neighbor fix her computer. Actually, I knew what the problem was within five minutes of turning it on; it said the hard drive wasn't ready, insert boot disk, blah blah blah. I believe this generally indicates a hard drive failure, especially if you're not in the habit of, um, pulling your computer apart and rearranging its guts. Which none of them are, since they're only minimally computer literate. Not to mention the computer itself was old; I think it must have been around five years old. But I opened it up and tinkered with its insides anyway, just to see. So, my neighbor's going to confer with her husband, and if all goes well I'll be selling them the computer I've got lying here, gathering dust. I can probably get a hundred dollars for it. All is good. It's bloody hot for the middle of winter. Monday, January 6, 2003 [link] 05:28 p.m. listening to: "First We Take Manhattan" - Leonard Cohen I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO WILLAMETTE UNIVERSITY. **much fist-pumping** But get this: I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO WILLAMETTE UNIVERSITY WITH A 14,000 dollar SCHOLARSHIP RENEWABLE THROUGH FOUR YEARS. **faints** Sunday, January 5, 2003 [link] 11:52 a.m. listening to: "Building a Mystery" - Sarah McLachlan I would like to introduce you to Kagerou. Here is the Keenspace mirror. Actually, if you have a high-speed connection, I suggest downloading the chapters so you can read them or reread them on your own time instead of sucking up bandwidth. ^^;; Because this comic is good. It's long, well-drawn, excellently written, and features a bishounen hero with multiple personalities (and I like all his personalities!). It's been described as Magic Knights Rayearth off its medication for a week. Yeah, I like Kagerou a lot. I shouldn't be allowed to get bored, ever. When I get bored, I seek out new comics. Ye gods, I wish Kagerou wasn't updated only once a week. I'm going to die. Friday, January 3, 2003 [link] 11:45 a.m. listening to: "I Am Stretched on Your Grave" - Dead Can Dance This is one of the best, creepycool songs ever. It makes me shiver and want to go dancing in a cemetary. Er. Not really. I so farging don't want to go back to school on Monday, if only because I know that this beautiful, beautiful high I've been on lately in regards to writing will end. Stress does horrible things to my creativity, and I only managed to regain it over break. Now I'm trying to pump out every ounce of non-crappy writing I can before I'm forced to go back and slave for the man or whatever it is the hell I do in that pointless arena known as "high school." Argh. Oh, yeah, and I was completely reamed by my Biology midterm today. Go me. And now, some brief social blogging, which I haven't done in, uh, a very long time. Jen: I hate school too, don't you worry. But, uh, supposedly college is supposed to be better. Dammit. Sometimes you just gotta do your time to the man. -_- Because hey, if you don't get that piece of paper, well, you're pretty much screwed. Rachel: Archive. Now. Thursday, January 2, 2003 [link] 10:44 a.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five I Am A: Neutral Good Elf Ranger Druid Alignment: Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'. Race: Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance. Primary Class: Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy. Secondary Class: Druids are a special variety of Cleric who serves the Earth, and can call upon the power in the earth to accomplish their goals. They tend to be somewhat fanatical about defending natural settings. Deity: Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head. Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail) Wednesday, January 1, 2003 [link] 05:33 p.m. listening to: "Magic" - Ben Folds Five Happy New Year. . . . and that's all I have to say, really. Tuesday, December 31, 2002 [link] 05:29 p.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five What a wonderful year it's been. The day started out well. Rachel slept over at my house last night. Then, this morning, when we got on the bus headed downtown, we didn't have to pay bus fare. There was a plastic bag over the money deposit thing that had "Happy New Year" scrawled on it. Rachel and I agreed it was one of the best presents we'd gotten all year. Rachel, Gen, and I were scheduled to meet around noon in Weller Court in Little Tokyo. We waited for nearly an hour, but Gen (and her brother) didn't show, so we went ahead and had lunch. We were supposed to eat at the buffet, which was closed (rar), so we ate at semi-expensive restaurant instead. It was good food, if a bit pricey. Then we headed back to Kino, where we ran into Gen! It was scary. Well, for me. It went something like this: Mysterious Woman: . . . I just can't find them anywhere. . . Me: **oblivious** Rachel: **looks intently at Mysterious Woman** Me: **oblivious** Rachel: . . . [insert Gen's real name here]? Mysterious Woman: ? Yes? Me: **heart attack** Rachel: **cracks up** And that was how we met. ^^;; We exchanged presents! I have CD clock! With Auron on it! **GLEE** I just have to find a place to hang it. . . mwee. . . AURON. **ahem** Then we wandered around Little Tokyo for a while, before Rachel announced that we really had to get a move on. So we walked Gen to her bus stop, and then headed for our own. No sooner did we get there when our bus pulled up. That's never happened, so it was amazing. ^^;; We got on (we did have to pay fare this time). The bus had to take a little detour because the road was blocked off at one point, but other than that the trip was uneventful. We got off at the right stop and everything, and while standing waiting for the light to change, we witnessed a four-car collision. It was, uh, not cool. The only cool part, probably, was that a massive amount of people stopped to help. Well, okay, some of them were just people standing around gawking, but you had people running into traffic to see if the people in the accident were okay. And there's a fire two streets over! There are helicopters and smoke! Whee! What a wonderful year it's been. Tuesday, December 31, 2002 [link] 07:09 a.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Look, I tore myself away from "Mess!" Oh God, I'm sleepy. I went to bed kind of early last night (er, midnight). I wasn't tired at all, but I managed to force myself to sleep. Unfortunately, when I do that, my body wakes up four hours later. Always four hours later. I don't know why my body is set to some kind of rhythm where four is a magic number, but it is. So I woke up at four AM, tossed and turned for a while, and then finally got up and sat down at the computer. I'm finally sleepy again, so now I can go back to bed for, uh, two and a half hours. But on the other hand, I almost want to try writing. I'm in that glazed, half-asleep stage where it sounds like an awfully good idea to write poetry. And I suck at poetry. Monday, December 30, 2002 [link] 04:28 p.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five I can't stop listening to this song. Today's Saturnalia is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. I keep thinking it's Monday, for some reason. And then I realize, it is Monday. I finally watched Lilo and Stitch! I had the DVD in my backpack; for some reason, I'd completely forgotten that Cathrine loaned it to me. ^^;; Gosh, what a good movie. Cute and funny and tearjerking in all the right places. I loved all the Hawaiian music. My favorite character was, of course, the one who most desperately needed more screentime: David. Damn, I'd love to have a boyfriend like that. The funniest part of the opening credits: "Based on an Idea By Chris Sanders." I don't know why, but that struck me as hilarious. Monday, December 30, 2002 [link] 01:20 a.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five As I roam wild and free across the world wide web in search of Japanese Naruto fanart (yes, I'm a fangirl, shut up), I have encountered and learned many new and fantastic things. For example, really well-drawn Kakashi fanart has the capability to make me squirm and thrash in glee. And also, those wacky Japanese have really wacky couples. Kakanaru? Excuse me? What are you smoking? Irunaru. WRONG. WRONG WRONG WRONG. Ack. Sasunaru? Well, we saw that coming. The whole "rival" thing. It's wrong, but I can certainly see where it comes from. Kakairu? It makes no sense to me, but it's certainly one of the more aesthetically appealing couples out there. Especially when Iruka has his hair down. Mmmmm. Zabuhaku? Okay, that's not really wacky. I'm practically convinced it's canon. Of course, I've only seen twelve episodes of Naruto, so maybe some of these wacky couples will seem, uh, less wacky later on. Actually, no. Nothing will ever convince me that Kakanaru makes sense. Or Irunaru. Bwarg. [Edit: Okay, I don't know if I can call myself a convert, but Kakairu sure is fun to look at. It's cute. And that couple gets huge points for being one where people don't go around feminizing one of the guys, at least in the sites I've seen (I browsed through a page or so of the Kakairu webring listing). Boy, have I had my fill of manly men looking like girls.] Sunday, December 29, 2002 [link] 11:53 p.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five I've been watching my cousin play Silent Hill (the first one) for the past hour and a half. Naturally, right now I wish to burrow under the blankets right now. Or sleep with the lights on. Or have a big, strong man hold me. Meep. Sunday, December 29, 2002 [link] 02:51 p.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five I just read through some of my archives. Wow. It felt like I was reading about someone else. Especially all that ranting about sophomore year? I don't even remember sophomore year being that hard. As a matter of fact, I remember 10th grade as being a sort of a "golden time," when I had my life under control and got straight A's. Weird. And lord, I was so perky and fangirly and augh in those posts. How did anyone put up with me? I should go shower. I feel disgusting. Sunday, December 29, 2002 [link] 02:15 p.m. listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five So, yesterday I woke up and thought, "Gosh, I feel like listening to Ben Folds Five." Out of the blue. Just like that. So I turned on my computer, ran kazaalite, and proceeded to download a million and one Ben Folds Five mp3s. I am currently listening to Ben Folds Five on loop. I have no idea why "Mess" isn't more popular than it is; seems like most everyone likes "Brick." Not that there's anything wrong with "Brick"--I have it, and I like it--but damn, "Mess" rocks. In other news, that damned urge to fic has reared its head again, this time for Naruto. I've usually been able to repress it before, because. . . um. . . the fic ideas I get are usually pretty redundant. Like, the kind that, if they get written down, serve no purpose whatsoever. I like my writing to serve a purpose, so I don't fic. All I can say is, the series had better answer a few questions, or I'm going to have to answer them myself. Grar. |
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