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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 ffxkingdom hearts currently watching hana yori dango (20)gravitation oav (1) ayashi no ceres (11) utena (23) rayearth (8) gto tv (19) ccs tv (19?) mirage of blaze (6) star ocean ex (22) .hack//sign (8) witch hunter robin (12) kogepan (10) weiß kreuz gluhen (2) naruto (9) |
Thursday, December 12, 2002 [link] 04:54 p.m. listening to: "Suteki Da Ne" - FFX OST Senior year is so friggin' expensive. You have to pay to take the SATs, you have to pay to send your SAT scores, you have to pay college application fees, and you even have to pay for your frickin' cap and gown. Argh. And for some reason, Columbia University's office of undergraduate admissions does not have an email address. I don't know why. Their financial aid department has an email address, but the undergraduate admissions one does not. I don't know why. Wednesday, December 11, 2002 [link] 09:28 p.m. listening to: "Wildflowers" - Tom Petty I've been accepted to Humboldt State University. This comes as no surprise to me, as I never really considered not being accepted to Humboldt. ^^;; But now I can feel secure in the knowledge that should I be horribly rejected by the other ten schools I'm applying to, I can attend college in the pot capitol of the United States. If I disappear, it'll be because I accidentally stumbled upon a marijuana plot in the redwood forest and was shot. Wednesday, December 11, 2002 [link] 02:20 p.m. listening to: nothing My wrist hurts. I don't think it's sprained, but there's definitely something wrong with it. ^^;; My fault, really. I was doing some music filing for Mr. Edo today, and my wrists are really too weak to handle shoving really heavy piles of paper every which way. I mean, his filing cabinets are crammed full of music. Anyway. Yeah. Pain. Ow. I should really be working. Tuesday, December 10, 2002 [link] 07:11 p.m. listening to: "Time After Time" - Eva Cassidy I've finally finished downloading all the mp3s in my myplay locker. This means that, for the remainder of the time myplay is in operation (which is, uh, about three days), I'm throwing my music locker open to anyone who passes by. URL: myplay.com userid: kitsunebi@hotmail.com password: freeforall Have fun. Tuesday, December 10, 2002 [link] 05:03 p.m. listening to: "Horse With No Name" - America I love this song so much. Anyway. Small rant time. I really, really hate it when people disrespect teachers. I don't mean disrespecting one teacher in particular, although that bugs me too, but sometimes it's justified (for instance, Mr. Fong simply can't teach--I'm sorry, but it's true). What I mean is disrespecting the entire teaching profession. I think that's a crock of shit. My father, once upon a time, considered going into teaching. He didn't because here, unlike in just about every other country in the world, teaching is a shit job. In China, in Japan, in Europe, teaching is a respected profession. Here, you become a teacher either because you love the kids that much or because you're waiting until a better job comes along. Turnover rate is incredible in schools, and that's because teaching is a shitty job. The pay is low, you get zero respect, the kids hate you, and the parents look down on you. An alarming amount of people think that teaching is easy. After all, you don't work a full day, you don't work a full week, you don't work a full year. This is crap. Do you think a teacher's work ends when the school day's over? Hell no. A teacher has to go home and grade papers and write curriculum and lose sleep over their kids. Anyone who's even just done tutoring knows how hard teaching can be. It's hard getting something to stick in a kid's head; imagine having a hundred of them. I imagine it might be a little easier for elementary school teachers, who have one or two classes as opposed to five or six, like high school teachers do. The pay, as I have already said, is crap. Well, it depends on the degree you have as well as what district you work in, but most of the time it's crap. Moreover, teachers don't get paid during the summer, so they have to seek summertime work just like any student. So much for how wonderful it is not to work a full year. Some teachers choose to teach summer school which is Hell For Teachesr. Summer school kids, unless they're the "get ahead" kids, are invariably little demons. They hate everyone, they don't want to be there, and they refuse to believe it's their fault that they have to retake the class. It's horrible. This might be different for professors. I wouldn't know. As far as I can tell, many professors do things besides teaching; they're involved in research work and write textbooks as well. I was once told, "Teachers teach because they don't know how to do." My God. That is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. How can someone teach something they don't know? . . . well, okay, I take that back. I've had some teachers who clearly didn't know what they were doing, although most of the time this wasn't due to lack of knowledge but simply not knowing how to teach. But think. Where did your doctors come from? Your lawyers, your astronauts, your engineers, your computer programmers? They weren't born knowing everything. They probably didn't learn everything they know on their own. Someone had to teach them. And they're probably still there, at that school, forgotten. Honestly. We should be ashamed of ourselves. Tuesday, December 10, 2002 [link] 03:37 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega Oh my God. I made another collage. . . . actually, I tell a lie. I cheated and redid an old one, after realizing that the lyrics worked a lot better for, uh, someone else. Character(s): Sai and Hikaru Series: Hikaru no Go Link: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/penitent02.jpg Now, you'll all excuse me if I just GNAW MY HAND OFF over Arcana. Monday, December 9, 2002 [link] 07:52 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega I hate school. Now, there are several reasons I might hate school. I might hate my teachers. I might hate getting homework. I might hate having to spend six to seven hours of my day sitting in a building having information that I don't really need or care about poured in my head. The last one's almost right. It's not that I hate school, really. It's more like school bores the hell out of me. Some people enjoy the social aspect of school; I can't say I even really enjoy that, because I spend most of my time at school talking about school or college. I like my teachers fine. But I don't feel like I'm learning anything anymore; I feel like I'm just doing my time so I can get out. I want to go to college, but I'm afraid college is going to be the same thing, only without the busywork. My only hope is to go to a challenging college, where at least if I'm bored, I'll be able to occupy myself by tearing my hair out and trying to keep my grades up. In which case I won't be bored. Ironically enough, I'm bored in all my classes, and yet I'm still getting B's. Argh! Where will it end?! Monday, December 9, 2002 [link] 07:47 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega I hate school. Now, there are several reasons I might hate school. I might hate my teachers. I might hate getting homework. I might hate having to spend six to seven hours of my day sitting in a building having information that I don't really need or care about poured in my head. The last one's almost right. It's not that I hate school, really. It's more like school bores the hell out of me. Some people enjoy the social aspect of school; I can't say I even really enjoy that, because I spend most of my time at school talking about school or college. I like my teachers fine. But I don't feel like I'm learning anything anymore; I feel like I'm just doing my time so I can get out. I want to go to college, but I'm afraid college is going to be the same thing, only without the busywork. My only hope is to go to a challenging college, where at least if I'm bored, I'll be able to occupy myself by tearing my hair out and trying to keep my grades up. In which case I won't be bored. Ironically enough, I'm bored in all my classes, and yet I'm still getting B's. Argh! Where will it end?! Monday, December 9, 2002 [link] 06:07 a.m. listening to: Utena in the background I just watched episode 25 of Utena, in which The Car appears. . . . I really have no words at this point other than OW FUCK MY BRAIN. [Edit: I just watched episode 26. All I have to say is: uh. That pretty much sums it up. I'm going to stop with the commentary now, because I have a feeling my reactions to the following episodes are all pretty much going to be the same.] Monday, December 9, 2002 [link] 05:16 a.m. listening to: something that claims to be "Suteki Da Ne" from FFX This song is labeled "Suteki Da Ne" from FFX, but boy is it not. Not anywhere close to the same melody, none of the instrumentation, not even the same singer. In fact, I think the only similarities would be that they're both sung by females. Oh, and the lyrics occasionally mention "suteki da ne." That's the problem with filesharing; high incidence of mislabeling. But honestly; I downloaded this song from six people at once. Didn't any of them notice this song sounds nothing like the one from FFX? But it's pretty, anyway. Now, what am I doing up at 5 AM? Well, I was woken up around 3:30 AM with horrible stomach pains; cramping or bad sashimi, I can't say which, but it hurt horribly. But I'll say this--I was fully conscious almost immediately. None of this stumbling around in a sleep-fogged stupor of pain. It was more like stumbling around fully awake in a stupor of pain. Fortunately, it stopped rather quickly and I was able to go back to bed, where I definitely could not get back to sleep. So I finished reading The Goblet of Fire instead, where I noticed something I could've sworn wasn't there in the hardcover. I'll be verifying this as soon as I can get ahold of Rachel. Then there was another onset of abdominal pain, and then I decided to get out of bed. I need more Your Wings Are Mine, like, soon. Preferably now. Grar. Sunday, December 8, 2002 [link] 09:41 p.m. listening to: nothing Owing to general crappiness, I do not think I will be attending school tomorrow. Entertaining anecdote: My father's been forcing these strange herbal pills on me all evening. They don't seem to be doing me any good, but I just keep taking them anyway. He suggested that I induce vomiting, but this was after I'd eaten dinner, so I just gave him a withering look. While I have no problems with inducing vomiting (whatever keeps food down in other people has never worked right for me ever since I was young), I don't like doing so, especially after I've had a meal. Not that I had much of a dinner, since I was feeling so nauseous that I didn't want to eat much in case nausea turned into vomiting. So, Siean walks in while I'm swallowing more of those pills and decides to read the bottle. It's in Japanese, which I can read very little of. Siean can't read any of the kana, but he can read the kanji. After a few moments of reading, he said, "This is for constipation." I'll leave you to deliberate the moral on your own. Sunday, December 8, 2002 [link] 07:47 p.m. listening to: nothing Still feel very, very sick. Dad thinks I have food poisoning from the sashimi. I think so, too. I told him not to buy me nice food anymore. Rehearsal went well. Rachel didn't go, which is a shame, for we played good music today. Well, some good music. We are playing Bach's Fugue in G Minor for the concert. YES! I AM IN HEAVEN! We are playing Copland's John Henry for the concert. NO! I AM IN HELL! That said, if anyone has or can find an mp3 of Bach's Fugue in G Minor for me, I'd be much obliged. Sunday, December 8, 2002 [link] 03:24 p.m. listening to: nothing Uuuugh I don't feel so good. . . maybe I shouldn't have had all that sashimi earlier. . . My dad decided to surprise me by buying a big thing of sashimi for me from the store. Now ordinarily, I don't eat store-bought sashimi because chances are, it's not very fresh. Especially if it's from a Chinese supermarket. But it'd already been bought, it was for me, and it was sashimi, so I ate it all anyway. And now I feel sick, either because I ate too much raw fish or the raw fish wasn't very fresh. >_< I don't wanna go to rehearsal mommy. Sunday, December 8, 2002 [link] 12:59 a.m. listening to: nothing I watched up to episode 24 of Utena today. OW MY BRAIN. |
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