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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)utena (23) gto tv (27) mirage of blaze (6) witch hunter robin (18) weiß kreuz gluhen (6) naruto (21) wolf's rain (7) i my me strawberry eggs (9) get backers (12) rose of versailles (4) |
Friday, March 14, 2003 [link] 11:35 a.m. listening to: "Sahara" - Moxy Fruvous Fervent apologies to anyone who was eagerly anticipating my appearance online last night. The advent of a three-day weekend naturally leads to a lot of carousing and a night out on the town. Or rather, in my case, hanging out with m'friend, going out for dinner, and watching lots of anime. I broke down and rented Rose of Versailles from Orbit, since I have no idea where to find it online other than combing the hubs through DC++, which is sometimes more trouble than it's worth. Also got Reign (the first DVD) and Kimagure Orange Road. Yeah, this weekend is Nostalgic Anime weekend, apparently. Except for Reign. Jeebus, I'm hungry. I ordered a pizza, but it's not going to be here for another half hour. Wednesday, March 12, 2003 [link] 10:56 a.m. listening to: the media center Blogging from the media center to let you know I'm alive. I. . . really have nothing to say, but Jessica and Vanessa wanted to see me blog. ^^;; Say hi to my partners in crime in AP Lit. Be nice. We finished our Hamlet assignment early, so now we're just hanging out and debating Affirmative Action and stuff. Jessica was obsessing over Cirque du Soleil on the next computer. They'll be coming to my area, but probably after I'm gone. Blarg. Maybe after I get to college, they'll magically show up in that area. Yes. That sounds nice. So tired. Three day weekend this week. Can't wait. Monday, March 10, 2003 [link] 06:12 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist And now I've run out of Grayling pages and I WANT MOOOOOOORE argh going to die need more pages aaaaccckk. I [HEART] Cal so, so much. Monday, March 10, 2003 [link] 05:09 p.m. listening to: "Waltz for ZIZI" - Yoko Kanno Oh my God, Grayling is so good it's not even funny. The art/layout style takes a little getting used to, but it's crazy amounts of good (especially the dream sequences). Gods, elementals, humans, conspiracy, tragedy, drama, humor, and what have you. Features an assholish element of Life and a sweetheart element of Death (who breaks my heart, but that's another story). Auuuugh. Right, right, going back to Biology now. Woo, chromatin! Monday, March 10, 2003 [link] 03:04 p.m. listening to: "Man on the Moon" - R.E.M. My mind wanders in odd directions when I'm trying to avoid Biology. I suddenly remembered a poster that was up in my World History teacher's classroom, and I Googled for it. First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the communists and I did not speak out because I was not a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me. Pastor Martin Niemoller's actual statement can be found here. But you have to admit, it's not quite as poetic as the one above. Sunday, March 9, 2003 [link] 03:16 p.m. listening to: "Megalomaniac" - KMFDM Thanks to Kaie and Google, we have found a website with screencaps of the new Schwarz character designs. . . . I will let the screencaps speak for themselves. Sunday, March 9, 2003 [link] 11:10 a.m. listening to: "Lord, I Have Made You a Place In My Heart" - Cry Cry Cry Jeebus, my back feels like one throbbing mass of pain. I can't move without something spasming. Gah. Saturday, March 8, 2003 [link] 11:55 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Randomly, this makes me very happy. The world needs more Hellsing fanart. And yes, it's by Kelly, the author of Arcana. I would also like to plug Scary Go Round, a British comic that will eat your life. I read all the archives in one sitting. Damn you, Dagger! All right, bed for me now. Saturday, March 8, 2003 [link] 08:22 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist So I was reading some blogs, and I was actually shocked at some of the ways parents invade their kids' privacy, but in retrospect, I shouldn't have been. Parents can be nutty people, but then, so can kids. I can understand the need to make sure your precious babies aren't doing anything bad or wrong behind your back. But sometimes, you know, you need to let kids find out for themselves. How are they ever going to grow up if they aren't allowed to make their own mistakes? And they'll never become self-reliant if you keep sheltering them. My father has never, ever given me anything less than total and complete privacy. And I mean that. He doesn't even come into my room, though I'm sure part of that's because of how messy it is. ^^;; My mother's completely different; she's been seen to completely rearrange my room, on occasion. Which I hate, because dammit, my room. I don't see anything wrong with kids having their own email accounts. I was the one who taught my dad how to use email and he and I always maintained separate email accounts so that we wouldn't get our mail mixed up. And I know that if I were to ask my dad about reading my email, he would give me a blank look and ask, "Why would I want to do that?" My email is of no practical interest to him. He doesn't care about any of my private affairs. He knows I have a blog, but he's never asked to read it, because why should he care? My life is my business. His life is his business. I don't read his mail, he doesn't read mine. I don't ask about his life, he doesn't ask about mine. I think the farthest we go is living in the same house, and occasionally I put his laundry in the dryer when I need to do mine. We even have separate computers, and it's been that way for as long as I can remember. We had separate MSN accounts, back when we used dial-up. It was just easier that way, keeping everything separate, especially since I spend inordinate amounts of time online. I can't comprehend other parents and kids being the same way. Well, I can, intellectually, but it still seems rather silly to me. They might as well follow you around and listen to your conversations with your friends. That has about the same effect as reading your kid's email. And why throw a hissy fit about having an online journal? Would they throw a hissy fit about your having a website? About your keeping an old-fashioned diary with a lock and key? Why? Is your child not allowed to have his or her own life? Part of this is because my father has always treated me as an equal. He knows I'm an intelligent human being. He also trusts me not to do anything dumb. If I do do something stupid, he trusts me not to do it again. He knows that experience is the best teacher. Plants raised in a greenhouse don't survive the storm. So he doesn't intrude in my private affairs because they simply don't interest him. This does, however, make certain things easier for me. As many of you know, I'm a big shounenai/yaoi fan, which does mean I look at, uh, fairly explicit stuff sometimes. I don't think my dad knows about this interest of mine, and I don't plan on telling him. Not because he'd throw a hissy fit (as a matter of fact, I think he'd blink and be somewhat confused), but because, well, it's private and I just don't want it to get around. ^^ You know how it is. He's my dad. Saturday, March 8, 2003 [link] 04:19 p.m. listening to: "Gravity" - Maaya Sakamoto GOOD GOD I HAVE CENTURIES OF DIRT ON ME. At least that's what it feels like. I feel like if I took a bath right now, the water would sluice off gray. This is what happens when you troop around in the sun in an arboretum for two hours. But we got a Gold! This is good. But we did not get money, because they got a massive budget cut this year and could not afford to give out cash prizes. RAR. I'm soaking my feet, then I'm going to take a nap. As soon as Jasmine helps me figure out Opera mail. |
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