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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 220-30 gig hard drive car summer job a good night's sleep money stress-free life realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack over the rhine cd moxy fruvous cd long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) hellsingffx html currently reading nothing newcurrently playing ffviffviii ffx currently watching hana yori dango (16)gravitation oav (1) fruits basket (17) ayashi no ceres (11) utena (16) rayearth (8) gto tv (4) ccs tv (19?) blaze of mirage (3) star ocean ex (22) |
Wednesday, August 14, 2002 [link] 10:58 p.m. listening to: "Bodies" - Drowning Pool This collage was made at the request of my dear friend Dagger, who is one of the most disturbing people I know. She provided all of the images for this collage as well as the lyrics, so really all I had to do was put it together and make it look not-crappy. I think I mostly succeeded. I hope she likes it. I'm not entire satisfied with it, but I couldn't figure out how to fix the problem. ^^;; Maybe it'll look more obvious in the morning. Warning: contains disturbing and graphic images. Well, okay, it has one (1) cut up head and one (1) dead body. Some people find this disturbing. I know I do, although not to the point where I was running off to puke every ten minutes I was working on this collage. The song is "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. The black and white character you see in the foreground is property of Dagger. Steal and die a miserable, horrible, painful death. And now, a link to the collage itself: Bodies. Wednesday, August 14, 2002 [link] 07:07 p.m. listening to: "Consequence Free" - Great Big Sea I'm considering dropping AP Biology. It's an idea I've been toying with for half the summer. I was worried about whether I'd be able to keep up with the workload. I was confident I'd be able to, with the proper time management (APUSH was basically a breeze for me last year), but halfway through the summer I started worrying. If I was freaking out during the summer about grades/homework, how would I fare during the school year? Especially the first semester, when I have the pressure of marching band and field shows, too? And then there's SATs and college applications and college visits and argh (all of which I started far too late, because I'm irresponsible and lazy and was in denial for a while about my future). But I don't want to regret it, if I drop out of AP Biology. Dr. Jang is a really good teacher; I think I'd learn a lot in that class. Every time I go to one of the meetings, I learn something new. Two years I backed out of AP European History and I've regretted it ever since. And it seems a shame, after doing all the homework. ~_~ Besides which, if I drop out of AP Biology, that'll leave a hole in my schedule--I'll only have four classes (I don't count zero period marching band as a class)! And that. . . looks bad. I could fill it in with another band class or something, but it'd be nice to have that hole plugged with something like AP BIOLOGY, you know? Not that it does me any good if I get, like, a D in AP Bio. **sigh** I hate making decisions. Well, I guess I'll take the AP diagnostic test tomorrow and see how I do on that, then make my decision. I got a 2 on the last quiz! That doesn't bode well. True, I didn't study or anything, but it's also going to be very difficult to study for his tests at the six Thursday football games we have next year. Argh. In other news, I went shopping yesterday, so I have actual food again. I suspect I'm lactose intolerant now, so I've stopped buying milk. I bought soy milk instead, and I'm hoping that sugarless soy milk will be a satisfactory substitute in my cereal and my cooking. I infected Rachel with Hikaru no Go today. I was not altogether surprised when she attached herself to Sai, although I should have predicted that. ^^;; I just. . . forgot about Sai, since he's such a permanent fixture in the series. I'm still a raging, drooling little fangirl over Touya Akira. Yargh. Tuesday, August 13, 2002 [link] 02:13 a.m. listening to: "Strange Waters" - Bruce Cockburn Well, I finally caved. After reading all the scanlations available at toriyamaworld.com I have finally succumbed to the world of HnG shounenai/yaoi/slash. Namely Akira/Hikaru, though I admit to having a rather large soft spot for Isumi/Waya or Waya/Isumi. They're not quite as impossible as Akira/Hikaru. Akira/Hikaru is one of those "rival couples" that I tend to favor under the right circumstances--except that, well, the circumstances aren't right. ^^;; Akira/Hikaru never talk except to provoke/taunt/challenge each other and they're never even in the same room together unless it's for a Go tournament. But the Japanese fanart makes it look so cute. They actually get along! Awwww. I'm a bad, bad person. Monday, August 12, 2002 [link] 11:40 p.m. listening to: nothing The first day of Band Camp was today. It was fun. Band hasn't been fun in a long time, so it made me a little bit happy. It probably helped that I was starved for some social interaction, since I've been alone so much lately. ^^;; The French horn freshman didn't show, for some reason, which really disappointed me. Edo called his house all day, but nobody picked up. I'm hoping he just went out of town or something. I hung out with the altos instead, since Samantha is new to the whole section leader business. She seemed to like having me there. ^^;; We're playing some really nice-sounding music this year. Very lush stuff. I think it's gonna be more like the Planets year. That was a really great year, so I'm happy about that. I'm really looking forward to this. I'd blab more, but I don't think anyone really wants to hear about this. ^^;; Thank you for the compliments I've been receiving on my collages! I'm glad people like them. I hope I'll continue to improve. Sunday, August 11, 2002 [link] 07:41 p.m. listening to: nothing I'm halfway through volume six of Hikaru no Go! I'd so be into HnG slash if they weren't, you know, kids. And, you know, so obviously never going to get anywhere near each other. Sunday, August 11, 2002 [link] 12:57 p.m. listening to: nothing Making collages is far too fun for its own good. And now, I provide for your entertainment, large amounts of cute in the form of Touya and Yukito: Wildflowers. Look, three for the price of one! This collage happened mainly because I couldn't do what I wanted to do with one image, so I ended up combining two to form a background and then stuck a funny picture in the middle. Song by Tom Petty. Saturday, August 10, 2002 [link] 04:39 p.m. listening to: nothing And now, I present to you the easiest collage I've ever done: Mephistopheles. Look Ma, a non-Trigun collage! It took me maybe an hour or so to do. Kind of a relief after all the frustration I underwent last night trying to make a good collage and failing. I don't know if this one is good, but it certainly turned out better than I expected. Lyrics are from Beethoven's Last Night by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Saturday, August 10, 2002 [link] 02:35 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I would complain about my lousy morning, but I don't feel like it. Besides, I'm sure nobody's interested. Instead, this is going to be a semi-deep entry regarding something Gen brought up in her journal about receiving feedback. This isn't directed at her in any way, I'm just clarifying my own position on things and giving my own opinion. Now, I do consider myself a writer. I don't think I'm a very good one, but I am a writer not only in the sense of "someone who writes" but "someone who writes to communicate her thoughts, ideas, and messages to others in a form that is (hopefully) enlightening and interesting). So I try to take my writing pretty seriously. It's something I'd love to do for the rest of my life and make money off of it. This means that I'm also very anxious for feedback. I love getting critique, as long as it's something serious like "I don't think this part is realistic because so far your character has demonstrated that he is. . ." and so on instead of "hey ur storys cool i think u shud write more." Not that I've received any of the latter. Actually, I haven't even received any of the former that didn't involve my grabbing someone by the collar and saying "READ. NOW. CRITIQUE." Being a writer has its drawbacks, if only because now when I read someone else's work I read it as a writer instead of a fan or just a reader. This probably explains why I don't read fanfiction much anymore, because having such a mindset makes it very difficult to just sit back and enjoy. But since I consider myself a writer, when I read, it is often with the intent to critique, especially if your work is posted online. I am of the opinion that if you have posted your work on something as public as the Internet, you should be prepared for someone to critique you. What is the point of putting your work up for the world to see if you don't want the world to respond to your ideas? The Internet is a public forum; it is a means for communication and transfer of thoughts and ideas. But this is just me, because I think that the purpose of writing is to communicate your thoughts and ideas of others, and that's why it's important to be a good writer. This is not just in the sense of writing fiction, but also writing down ideas and simply being able to clearly and effectively state arguments, positions, and opinions to other people in the form of words or, even better, actual speech. I should probably devote a paragraph to unsolicited critique here. Now, I usually don't make a distinction between unsolicited and, uh, solicited critique. I personally love getting any kind of critique, whether it's from a stranger or someone I know well. Actually, I may prefer getting critique from a stranger, if only because my friends have probably become numb to some of the flaws of my writing (and friends may also want to spare my feelings). A stranger, however, has no idea who I am or what my intentions were in writing something, which makes him or her the best person to "test" my writing on, especially if I want to write for a general audience. Unsolicited critique lets me know if my intentions made it into words. And as a writer, I often mistakenly assume that everyone else wants the same thing. Unless the author specifically puts a disclaimer stating that he or she does not want feedback, I'm going to assume that critique is welcome. Maybe I'm incorrect in thinking this, but if it's put up in a public place where anyone can read it, then why am I supposed to think differently? I don't think there's anyone that's going to be worse off for receiving some criticism of his or her work. As long as the critique is thoughtful and not intended to be inflammatory, I think it should at least be taken into consideration (although you may not choose to use it). If someone actually took the time to read and respond to your work, you may as well give the reviewer the courtesy of listening to it. But some people don't like unsolicited critique, and that's fine. Everyone is entitled to his or her modus operandi. I may not agree, but I also wouldn't have a reason to write if everyone agreed on everything. Friday, August 9, 2002 [link] 02:38 a.m. listening to: "Pilgrim" - Enya And lo, my second collage, slightly better than the first. I present to you: Pilgrim, a Vash the Stampede wallpaper. I originally had a layout similar to the Wolfwood one, with images overlapping the background. I had them cut out and butchered and everything. Then I looked at the background and realized that, uh, it was pretty effective on its own. Sigh. All that hard work gone to waste. I'm sorry the text is unreadable in places; I couldn't find an appropriate color that worked without looking disgusting. The song "Pilgrim" is by Enya, in case you couldn't tell from the song I'm listening to right now. Thursday, August 8, 2002 [link] 09:55 p.m. listening to: nothing I have joined the flock at last and made my first collage. Beware of Trigun spoilers. You can see the collage here. Yes, my collaging style is, at the moment, heavily "borrowed" from Technomancy. I am quite sure I will hate this collage a few weeks from now. I go thud now. [Edit: The song is "Down in the River to Pray" from O Brother, Where Art Thou?, with Allison Krauss. Very pretty song. Winamp called it for me.] Thursday, August 8, 2002 [link] 11:11 a.m. listening to: nothing It seems I accidentally made sloppy joe last night. I wish we had some hamburger buns. Maybe I'll buy some later. I'm so sleepy. Wednesday, August 7, 2002 [link] 08:21 p.m. listening to: Raid: Hellsing OST Blarg. I'm all lonely. Most people would be thrilled to be left all alone in the house, I guess. Finally, some privacy! The folks aren't pestering me! Huzzah, hurray, free at last! Let's par-tay! Yeah, well, that's not true for me. A lot of this is because I'm a very boring person who doesn't throw parties. I get plenty of privacy, so it's not like I'm starving for any more. My dad never pesters me. But I've gotten used to having someone always at home. From age thirteen on, I was alone all the time, basically. My dad would go to work after dropping me off at school, I'd let myself in afterwards, and then I would basically be along until my dad came home. Sometimes he would be home for dinner. Sometimes he wouldn't. Then my dad moved his business back home a year or so ago, and since then I've gotten used to having a house full of people. Clients come by to talk to my dad. People drop by to pay rent. The secretary's pretty much always here. It took me a while to adjust, but after a while I appreciated it. It's nice to have someone say, "Welcome home!" when you walk in the door. I have to remember to finish cooking the meat tomorrow, or it'll go bad. I guess I'll make more spaghetti. Wednesday, August 7, 2002 [link] 06:45 p.m. listening to: "Haunted" - Poe FFX is one of those games where the plot just keeps getting more and more complicated. I have my airship now! Huzzah. This means that I've been taking the opportunity to catch up on Blitzball, catch monsters, level, all that good stuff. It's a shame I don't actually get to fly it, though. It just kinda. . . teleports me places. Wah. I did some leveling today. This consisted mainly of running back and forth near the entrance of the dome in Zanarkand, fighting baddies and running back to save and replenish HP/MP every so often. Thank goodness for automatic refill at Save Points, or I probably wouldn't have made it to find the Spectral Keeper, or even Yunalesca. Does anyone besides me think that Yunalesca sounds oddly like Seymour? Not physically, just the way they talk. . . My battle with Yunalesca, by the way, went something like this: Me: Hmm. This is far too easy. She must have a second form! I will save my aeons. Yunalesca: **morphs** Me: Ah ha, I am correct! I kick your ass now. **summons Overdrived aeons** Yunalesca: **writhes** Me: . . . don't tell me there's a third form. Yunalesca: **morphs** Me: Crap! Yunalesca: **casts Mega Death** Me: . . . crap! **GAME OVER** And boy, Auron sure is dead. Not that I didn't realize it beforehand. He seems to be pretty cool about it, though. "Don't give me that face. Being dead has its advantages." Indeed. And that look he gave Yuna, back on the airship? What did it mean? I, of course, read it as, When this is over, will you Send me? FFX makes me want to fic. It makes me want to write Auron, or Braska, or Jecht, or Seymour, or--or even Sin. Because what is it like, being Sin? Are you totally aware and just unable to control yourself? Do you get these mad fits of rage? It looks like you keep some of yourself, because we still see bits of Jecht in Sin. Is he losing himself, bit by bit? How did he feel, to see the Final Summoning gone? Does he wait, day by day, for someone to kill him? Or what about Auron and his obligation to protect Tidus? What is he thinking, bringing Tidus to face Sin? Does he wait, day by day, until his obligation is discharged and he can rest in the Farplane? And what about Belgemine and her inability to defeat Sin? Was it because she wasn't willing to pay the price to gain the Final Aeon? There are so many questions I want answered. I wonder if I can answer them myself? |
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