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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) triguncurrently reading the gunslinger by stephen kingcurrently playing nothingcurrently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (39) witch hunter robin (18) naruto (42) get backers (27) rose of versailles (17) matantei loki ragnarok (15) scrapped princess (11) samurai deeper kyo (5) |
Saturday, September 13, 2003 [link] 11:55 p.m. listening to: "Must Be Dreaming" - Frou Frou I had a bunch of jello shots last night. I feel like such a college student. Ha. Ha. Ha. But the reason I blogged was to show the world Peer Guardian. It's quite an intriguing little program. Friday, September 12, 2003 [link] 07:15 p.m. listening to: "Unworthy" - Cheryl Wheeler People need to stop firing guns late at night when I'm trying to sleep. Seriously. Especially close to the campus. It's just not restful. Friday, September 12, 2003 [link] 12:37 p.m. listening to: "Desperado" - Johnny Cash Some good people died last night. Rest in peace. **cry** Friday, September 12, 2003 [link] 12:20 a.m. listening to: nothing And now that it is technically no longer the 11th, I find this: Exhibit 13. I don't know if this is something that's been around for a while, but I thought I'd share. Thursday, September 11, 2003 [link] 04:42 p.m. listening to: nothing So. Today is Patriot Day. I didn't realize this until I opened my planner and saw that it was, indeed, labeled "Patriot Day." Fuck that. This day doesn't make me any more patriotic than, say, the day a cow watches thousands of his brethren be slaughtered in the name of Labor Day hamburgers. That is not to say that I don't love this country, or that there aren't many wonderful things about it. It's just that I think it's stupid and trite and ridiculous to slap a name like "Patriot Day" on this date, painting red white and blue on something that was as much a tragedy as it was, well, anything else. In other news, I went back to the Tang Center today and was informed that I do indeed have eczema. What this means is that I basically have to get rid of all my scented stuff because those contain chemicals that aggravate my skin. This means that I have to get rid of: my body wash my detergent my fabric softener sheets my shampoo/conditioner my lotion my soap I can never set foot into a Bath and Body Works ever again. I am sad. Tuesday, September 9, 2003 [link] 03:12 p.m. listening to: nothing My hand feels a bazillion times better today. The swelling's almost completely gone and my hand is only slightly tender. And also, Mills has received my revised transcript from Collegeboard, so they're going to fix that and I'm going to get my AP US History credit. Yay. I also picked up my new shoes today, the ones that were special ordered before I left SoCal. Yippee ki yay. [Edit: And also, I have a sarong! Eeeeee.] Monday, September 8, 2003 [link] 11:45 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I went to the Tang Center today. I really don't like having to go to the health center on another campus. Not only does it cost a lot in terms of bus/van fare, it's time-consuming. I got rather spectacularly lost, which makes me glad that I got to the UC Berkeley campus about forty minutes earlier than I really needed to be there. At least I got my hand looked at, and it seems I don't need a dermatologist at all. The lady who inspected my hand (and prescribed Allegra for me) told me that it looks like eczema. After doing some reading, I think that's a correct diagnosis, although of course nothing's confirmed or official. Why Allegra? Well, the conversation went something like this: Her: Do you sleep with the windows open? Me: Yeah. Her: Try closing your windows. Me: I have allergies. I find that keeping my room well-ventilated with fresh air prevents allergy attacks. And, well, after telling her that I've always had pretty sensitive skin, she concluded that prescribing an antihistamine medicine for me would be good. It's good for rashes, too, so she said it should help the itchiness and the swelling on my hand. I think she was right, too; my hand feels/looks better already. So all in all, not a wasted day. I did miss job training, which I feel pretty crappy about, but hopefully I'll be forgiven. >_< Monday, September 8, 2003 [link] 09:26 a.m. listening to: nothing My hand hurts. It doesn't hurt bad enough for me to take painkillers for it, but it does indeed hurt. And it's still swollen. I called the advice nurse at the UC Berkeley Tang Center (because Mills, against all logic, does not have anything resembling an infirmary and just shares the UC Berkeley one). She asked me a few alarming questions, such as whether I was feverish or vomiting and whether I had red streaks up and down my arm, before ascertaining that no, I was not going to die anytime soon. So then she recommended that I make an appointment and gave me a phone number. I dialed the number, was put on hold, dialed another number, and was put on hold again. For fifteen minutes. Eventually I decided that this was accomplishing nothing but eating minutes on my phone card and depriving me of things such as shower and breakfast and hung up. I'm irritated. And exhausted. I was woken up late at night by some trucks going by (the fuh?!) and never really went back to sleep, partly because my hand kept itching (I put some hydrocortisone on it and it stopped, yay). Now my hand just aches in a very persistent sort of manner, and I have to go to class. Sunday, September 7, 2003 [link] 11:30 p.m. listening to: "For the Sake of the Song" - Azure Ray I got bitten by something last night. I think it was a spider. My hand was bitten twice and it's kind of swollen. I have another bite on my eyelid that's not too bad--thank goodness, because if the bites on my hand are anything to go by, I wouldn't be able to see out of my right eye. But fortunately it's just my hand that's bothering me. Rachel, the RA, told me to put ice on it because she's not trained in any way, shape or form to deal with bug bites. Nick advised me to treat it with hot water instead. As a result, the itching has stopped and the bites don't hurt anymore. The swelling has yet to go down, but I have confidence that it'll be gone by tomorrow. I read a book titled Life in the Fat Lane for my Beginning Fiction book. God, I hated that book so badly. Part of it is, I suppose, because I'm not exactly a slender beauty myself. But God the girl in that book was so stupid. I wanted to throttle her most of the time. I suppose she reacted in a normal way considering, but. . . egads. I still wanted to throttle her. The college network's been incredibly spotty lately and poops out, like, every twenty minutes. This is not cool. It's so nice to have speakers again. I'm working on getting my dorm addicted to Naruto and Kogepan now. And on a vaguely-related note, Trigun Maximum is completely insane. I find myself going "WTF?" every twenty pages. My allergies are still bothering me. I'd have these really awful allergy attacks down south; sneezing, itchy throat, itchy/watery eyes, the works. I hoped that getting away from LA air would help that, but it really hasn't. I've ascertained that whatever bothers me, it's indoors, not outdoors; in fact, it seems to be outdoors that my allergies bother me the least. This is bolstered by hearing that a lot of freshwomen have allergy troubles here; it seems to be something in the vents. As a result, I've just been keeping my windows open 24/7, and that seems to have helped a lot. Even if I do freeze at night. Saturday, September 6, 2003 [link] 10:24 p.m. listening to: "Pancho & Lefty" - Townes Van Zandt Today is "OMGAH" day. "OMGAH" being some weird bastardization of "OH MY GOD." I think. I have speakers! And a new mouse! And Trigun Maximum 2 and 3! I'm working my way up. Soon I'll have all of Trigun. Or maybe not so soon. But eventually. I just hope the series doesn't drag on and make me extra-poor. But there's pretty heavy shit going on right now (as in, what's currently being published in Young King Ours), so I think it'll be nearing the end soon. I need/want Trigun box set so very badly. There was some messiness in getting to San Francisco in that, uh, we took the wrong train. But that was okay, because as soon as we realized it, we got off and took the correct train back, and then to the destination we wanted. Without spending any extra money! So it was just wasted time, really. But it was cool. And eventually we got there, and eventually we found the right bus, and we got to Japantown and found the right building. And all was well. And the Kinokuniya in SF is, like, really big, but the comics section is way smaller than the one at home. I debated over buying a Japanese textbook there because manga is so damn cheap here. Well, okay, not really, but it's almost yen price! It's, like, yen price and accounting for taxes! Unlike at home, where it's like yen price + taxes + one third of the yen price. And I introduced someone to Ramune and Pocky! I feel so very accomplished. Saturday, September 6, 2003 [link] 10:24 p.m. listening to: " Friday, September 5, 2003 [link] 11:16 a.m. listening to: "For the Sake of the Song" - Azure Ray There is good news, and there is bad news. The good news: I have a job! I'm going to be working for the Office of Admissions, making phone calls and giving tours and hosting prospective students and giving talks on student panels. I get paid eight dollars and hour. Fun fun! Further good news: There was an earthquake yesterday! Okay, that's not really good news, but it was very exciting. Only because earthquakes break up the monotony of college life. And now, for the bad news. Or rather, RAGE. I received my CAR today. No, not car as in automobile, CAR as in California Aid Report, informing me that I am eligible to receive a CalGrant. No, really? The CAR also thinks that, uh, I'm attending UC Berkeley. Which I'm not, seeing as how UC Berkeley rejected me. So now I have to fill out the form, send it back, and then go talk to the office of financial aid. This I really don't want to do, because so far the M Center (which handles financial aid/registration/transcript matters) has been entirely useless for anything and everything I've asked of them. And also, I have a headache. Wednesday, September 3, 2003 [link] 03:03 p.m. listening to: nothing TAI CHI IS GO. I don't know if I mentioned it on my blog earlier, but there was a chance that Tai Chi wouldn't fly because there weren't enough people. We were one person short of the minimum (9) for a while, but today two new people showed up. There may be a drop, but he's not sure. In any case, we have enough people for a class. JOY. I don't understand this whole "minimum of 9" rule anyway. Mills prides itself on its small class sizes, does it not? I mean, if there's like three people in the class, then yeah, you might as well not have it. But the old minimum used to be six. I don't know why they changed it to nine. On a completely unrelated note, Mills is in a not-so-great area. The result of this? There was a brief storm last night and I woke up thinking that the thunder was gunfire. When I realized that it was, in fact, raining, I got up, closed the windows, and went back to sleep. And now, I nap. Tuesday, September 2, 2003 [link] 01:32 a.m. listening to: "Down in the River to Pray" - O Brother, Where Art Thou? Nothing very interesting happens in my life anymore. I know I said that before, but it's really true now that I'm in college. ^^;; If I'm not in class, I'm either doing homework or being social, and being social is. . . not really that interesting. It usually entails hanging out in someone else's room, or someone else hanging out in my room. And we talk about. . . nothing in particular. It's fun, but not good blogging material. Still, I know some people at home and elsewhere want to know what's happening in my life. I keep getting rejected for credit cards. Credit is this amazingly dumb and depressing downward spiral. You don't want credit because it's so scary and can ruin your life, but you need credit because you can't do anything without it. And yet, when you try to apply for credit, you're rejected because YOU DON'T HAVE CREDIT. AAAAAAAARRRGH. I'm applying for a student card next, and if that doesn't work, then I'm just going to break down and accept Bank of America's alternative, which involves my opening a savings account. I don't want to do that because, uh, that kind of ties up money for no reason. But I need a credit card so that I can get a cellphone, dammit. And, uh, buy anime. Okay, maybe not that last part. But I really, really want the Trigun box set. And I will get it as soon as I get a credit card so I can order it online. Yes, yes, I know I can order stuff online with my check card, but I was warned against that because it's easier to sort out stolen card numbers with the credit card company than with the bank. I also need to buy new speakers. I stupidly left the cord/power supply thinige at home for my speakers and asked my dad to mail them to me. He did, but the problem is that, well, when I was setting up my computer, I dropped one of my speakers and it cracked open. I tried to put it back together and failed miserably and just hoped that its innards hadn't been irreperably damaged. When I got the power supply, I plugged it in and the speaker made this horrible fizzing sound and I was afraid it was going to blow up or electrocute me or something. So, yeah. New speakers are in order. I'm sure I can get some relatively inexpensive ones; all I really demand from my speakers are that they have a headphone port. Right now I just have my headphones plugged into the speaker port in the back, so I can listen to music, it just sounds like crap. There's, like, hardly any bass to speak of. CDs sound fine, but my mp3 collection. . . yech. Speaking of CDs, I went shopping on Telegraph Ave. the other day and picked up a bunch of used CDs. I now have Dar Williams's "Mortal City," Moxy Fruvous's "Wood," and Suzanne Vega's "99.9 Fahrenheit Degrees," all for under thirty dollars. Huzzah. Saturday, August 30, 2003 [link] 10:17 p.m. listening to: "Southern California Wants to be Western New York" - Dar Williams Went to see Pirates of the Caribbean today for my Visual Communications paper. It was fun and relatively uneventful until we had to go home. We went to the bus stop and waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, we decided to follow the bus route until we could find our goddamn bus. And discovered that although that particular line runs 24 hours, it doesn't go all the way down the route after a certain hour. Why? I don't know. Maybe people in Jack London Square don't need to get home or something. So that wasn't fun. We got back like three hours later than we expected to. I had something else I wanted to talk about here, but I've completely forgotten. Saturday, August 30, 2003 [link] 12:40 a.m. listening to: nothing The conclusion of the RAGE concerning my AP US History scores! M Center cannot find my score. They say it was never received. Admissions cannot find my score. They say it was never received. Collegeboard says, "We'll get back to you on that." Collegeboard asks for my full name, social security number, and birthdate. Collegeboard cannot find me. The fuh? I give Collegeboard more information (full name/address of my high school and the testing date). At this point I've been wrangling with people for three or four days regarding my score. Collegeboard finally locates my file--and discovers that my scores were actually in two separate files. The fuh? The files have been merged and Collegeboard is sending my revised transcript to the college free of charge. Hallelujah! Tomorrow I am rewatching Pirates of the Caribbean in order to have something to write about for my Visual Communications class. Windows/Frames and the use of lighting. I figure Pirates is a good candidate for this paper, yes? Besides, if I'm going to be sitting in the back taking notes, it'd better be a movie I've seen before. Otherwise I'd watch Seabiscuit. Thursday, August 28, 2003 [link] 06:42 p.m. listening to: nothing I AM IN THE BIBLE AS LITERATURE CLASS. So I went up to the professor after class and she's this amazingly nice woman who is Jewish and knows Hebrew and translates erotic love poetry from the Bible and stuff and she tells me, "I don't think you can be in the class" because there's twenty-seven people and she only wanted twenty-five and I looked really pleading and she was like, "Do you have a replacement class?" and I said, "Well, I looked at the course schedule and there was one class I can take in place of this class but it's not a requirement for my major or anything so it'd be kind of pointless" (this is not a lie, it's true) and she looked undecided and finally said, "Oh, let me sign you in" and she signed my add/drop form and GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE. **breathes** So, now my schedule looks something like this: Monday: Visual Communications: 10:00 - 10:50 Beginning Fiction for Children and Young Adults: 11:00 - 12:15 Tai Chi: 2:00 - 2:50 Tuesday: Introduction to Logic: 11:00 - 12:15 The Bible as Literature: 4:00 - 5:15 Wednesday: Same as Monday Thursday: Same as Tuesday Friday: Visual Communication: 10:00 - 10:50 Yes, one class on Fridays! Oh joy, rapture, and glee! Man, I remember when I used to blog every day. Where did those days go? Tuesday, August 26, 2003 [link] 02:33 p.m. listening to: RAGE. Okay, first piece of RAGE: the music department. I play the French horn. I like playing the French horn. I would like to keep up with it, seeing as how I pretty much have a free instrument and all I have to do is pay for its upkeep. But I probably won't practice unless I have an instructor, so I decide, "Okay, I'll take Individual Instrumental Instruction!" So I wander off to the music building to see how this is accomplished, and also to find out about using the practice rooms. As it turns out, it's sixty dollars a semester to rent a practice room, with a ten dollar key deposit. Oooookay. I sniff around and find that for the Individual Instrumental Instruction, I have to pay the instructor. There's only one instructor for French horn and he's seven hundred and thirty-five dollars that I don't have. I can audition for a scholarship that'll pay the tuition for me, but the deadline is this Thursday at 3:00 PM, and guess who doesn't have a practice room? Ha. Ha. Ha. So, uh, I'm just going to rent a practice room and practice on my own. For sixty dollars a semester, I'll damn well practice at least once a week. Second piece of RAGE: my AP US History credits. I should have two full credits for this class. This is a lot, seeing as how one normal class is one full credit. But no, for some reason, Mills College does not have my AP US History score. This is not my fault. I know I sent it to Mills. I remember getting (yet another) application on the same day I got my AP US History score and saying something to the effect of, "Wow, Mills really wants me after seeing my AP US History score!" But no, now I have to contact College Board and possibly have them resend my scores for another fifteen dollars. RAGE. A piece of not-really-RAGE: the Bible as Literature class is closed. This upsets me, for it is one of my English requirements, and also, I do not know what to take in its place. RAR. I'm taking an add/drop form to the teacher and hoping she takes me in out of the goodness of her heart. And now I should put together my bedside table so that I can clear out my drawers so that I have somewhere to put my textbooks. [Edit: OMGAH, the Bible as Literature class is so cool. But there's like seven people who want to add, and I'm probably going to get booted because I'm a freshwoman. **sobs**] |
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