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miss something? check the archives about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 18 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 cowboy bebop dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josEfarmerkabuki by david mack long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) collegecurrently reading nothing newcurrently playing nothing newcurrently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (39) witch hunter robin (18) naruto (42) get backers (27) rose of versailles (16) matantei loki ragnarok (15) scrapped princess (11) samurai deeper kyo (5) |
Sunday, August 10, 2003 [link] 08:27 p.m. listening to: "Ebla" - E.S. Posthumus The kids came over today to help me pack, although it wasn't so much packing as, "I don't want this anymore, do you want it?" Actual packing can't really be accomplished until Dad and I go shopping for new stuff, as it's very difficult to pack clothes I don't possess. So right now it's just chucking stuff, although of course I infinitely prefer giving things away to just dumping them in a trash can. I can't bring myself to feel sad. I just want this to all be over with. Last night I had a strange panic attack of sorts. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE? suddenly occurred to me, and then I spent the next twenty minutes trying to not spontaneously burst into tears. I finally just ended up kneeling and putting my hands in my face and my forehead to the ground and recited the first thing that came to mind--which was, of all things, the Lord's Prayer. Goodness. I couldn't quite remember all of it until around the third time I mumbled my way through it, and then I said it a few more times. I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling and felt much better. Saturday, August 9, 2003 [link] 11:56 p.m. listening to: nothing I'd like to recommend Bohemials. Yes, it's another furry webcomic. It's just starting out, but it looks like it's going to be very good, especially if it takes after its predecessor, Albion Fuzz, which is crazy amounts of good. Do check it out. Friday, August 8, 2003 [link] 11:53 a.m. listening to: "Ebla" - E.S. Posthumus Looked at the calendar today and realized that I have a little over a week left in SoCal. If anyone needs me, I'll be over here weeping bitterly. Wednesday, August 6, 2003 [link] 10:48 a.m. listening to: "Center of the Sun" - Conjure One I dreamed about hippos last night. In other news, my life is boring. That should come as a surprise to no one. There's a fanfic that's eating my brain. That's about it. I have a job, kind of. I'm going to be doing data entry for my aunt. It's kind of pointless, as I am leaving in two weeks, but I'm not going to complain about being paid. [Edit: I'm such a jackass that I completely forgot Walker's birthday, even though she has a giant thing in the upper left hand corner of her blog. I'm so dumb. Happy belated birthday, hon!] Monday, August 4, 2003 [link] 05:48 p.m. listening to: "Pancho & Lefty" - Townes Van Zandt My hair is finally blue. Nothing in my house suffered permanent damage from dye, although I'm a little doubtful about my bathtub. Aigh. The intention was to leave some of the blonde, but then Linda combed the dye through and that idea went out the window pretty quickly. But I think the tips will fade faster than the rest of it, so I shall hopefully have blonde tips, and hopefully it will not look too terrible. It's not really blue, actually; it's more of a blue-green/teal color. Well, half of my hair; the rest of it is black. One day my hair is going to shrivel up and fall off, and then I'm going to be sorry. [Edit: I twitch in my sleep--and run, actually--much like a dog does. I know because I woke myself up just now. I think I was running through sand--the hard kind, like in the desert--and I tripped.] Monday, August 4, 2003 [link] 01:26 a.m. listening to: "Golden Slumbers" - Ben Folds I went to the museum today with my cousin, Lee, and her daughter. It was a fun experience, although the problem with visiting museums with a four-year old is that, well, you don't get to linger much. I'm someone who really likes to linger in museums and read the plaques and the blurbs and everything (museums are fun and educational, dammit), so there was some conflict there. I especially liked the Macchu Picchu and the Latin America exhibits. The problem with writing a book where culture clash is a big conflict is that, well, other cultures suddenly become Very Interesting. There were several points where I really, really wished I had my notebook, which now functions as a sketchpad, doodlebook, and notepad all in one. Breath of Fire IV is really stupid at some points, but overall it's very enjoyable. Very long, too--I mean, we're talking BOF3 long, here. Saturday, August 2, 2003 [link] 07:17 p.m. listening to: "Everything In Its Own Time" - Indigo Girls Went downtown with Gen and Rachel today. 'Twas fun. I bought HikaGo 18 and some snacks, including two chocolate Naruto lollipops (one with a Zabuza face and the other with a Haku face; Rachel got Kakashi and Iruka) and a bottle of C.C. Lemon. C.C. Lemon was pimped to me by Whitney and boy is it one of the most addictive drinks ever. Why is it so bloody expensive? One bottle cost me nearly two dollars. I am very sleepy. I may go to bed early today, but I want to do some writing. Wah. Friday, August 1, 2003 [link] 03:55 p.m. listening to: "Pancho & Lefty" - Townes Van Zandt Everyone's been getting so riled up about the RIAA lately, I thought I'd just share these mac hall comics. And also, this amusing article, which was helpfully pointed out to me by Will. I may post my opinion on this matter later, perhaps. For now, I'm just going to wait and see what happens. Friday, August 1, 2003 [link] 01:40 p.m. listening to: nothing My computer has abruptly decided that no, I do not have a secondary slave drive and that my burner--which worked fine up until today and which is plugged in correctly and everything--does not exist. I'm assuming this has something to do with how I took my DVD drive out to show Darcie how to set a drive to slave/master/cabsel, but I have no idea why or how. If anyone needs me, I'll be over here poking at my computer's innards and screaming in frustration. [Edit: I changed the cable and my burner works fine now. There was very little screaming and cursing involved.] Thursday, July 31, 2003 [link] 05:00 p.m. listening to: Hellsing OST Raid Our mellophone gatherings never really work out. I mean, yeah, people get together, but it's very rare that all five of us are actually in the same vicinity. Someone's always gone. We need to fix this before I leave for college. My hair's not blue yet. This distresses me. It's also distressing that many people remark how nice it looks blonde and that I shouldn't dye it. Well bugger you all, I like having my hair unnatural colors. It's not that I hate the gold or anything, but I'm experimenting, here. I'm going to talk about race some more now. Feel free to turn away and groan. Kaie brings up an interesting point in that large urban centers are pretty much all rude, and that areas with low population/crime rate/etc. are more polite. So polite, in fact, that they often make an issue by trying to make something a non-issue, ie: race. Bending over backwards to show how accepting you are can get you in just as much trouble as being a racist pig. Well, not really, but you get the idea. I'm going to disagree about the urban centers. Well, only slightly. In my previous rant/essay/whatever about race, I was talking about areas with a lot of diversity as opposed to areas with low diversity, which happens to encompass a lot of the Midwest and probably parts of the East Coast. Areas that have a lot of diversity will usually be large urban centers, like say LA, Dallas, New York, San Francisco, Detroit, etc. Large urban centers are not necessarily all equally rude, though. Seattle is a large urban center, but people there are pretty damn nice. Same for San Francisco. Sure, they have their share of rude folk, but overall they're a lot nicer than, say, Los Angeles. The Bay Area in particular was really. . . I guess I could say vocal. I've never seen so many picketers in my entire life, and that was just walking down the street to the bus stop. I mean, not just war protesters, but there were also people waving signs just saying "VOTE FOR [this person] FOR STUDENT COUNCIL." I was also handed several fliers dealing with things like civil liberties, minority rights, and civil liberties for minority groups while, again, standing at the bus stop. Conversely, Jasmine lives in Middle Of Nowhere, Virginia, and she's encountered racism. I talked to Rachel about this, and she pointed out--correctly--that the reason I feel edgy and nervous about people not recognizing things about race is that, well, ethnicity is important. We'd like to say that we're colorblind and treat everyone "equally," but you can't do that because we're all different. Chinese people have a different cultural background from Italian people who have a different cultural background from Hispanic people. This must be taken into consideration. People who were raised differently are going to act differently. This does not excuse people from being rude or racist, but it's just something that you should keep in mind. I mean, I'm irritated when people assume I don't speak English, but I understand that people are just trying to be accomodating. Race issues are a complicated thing. I used to think, hey, it'd be great if we're all colorblind. I mean, it's impossible--even if we didn't pick on skin color we'd pick on eye or hair color or something--but now I see that it would only work if we were all the same. But we aren't. We speak different languages and we have different ways of thinking, depending on how we were raised. It's not that hard to horribly offend someone from another country, although chances are they'll be understanding. But if we persist in treating everyone "the same"--that is, in the same way we treat people who were born and raised here for three generations--well, that's nice, but couldn't that be considered a form of racism? |
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