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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 trigun dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack over the rhine cd moxy fruvous cd hellsing dvd box set 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 (20)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) blue submarine no.6 (1) |
Tuesday, September 17, 2002 [link] 04:36 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I'm leaving for Seattle Saturday morning and will return Tuesday. Just so you know. I hate my AP Biology textbook with a passion. Sunday, September 15, 2002 [link] 02:02 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I love Sloane of Arcana so much that I could just cry. LUUUURRRVE SLOANE! LUUUUURRRRVE! **fanatical twitching** But he's such a minor character that he doesn't even get a blurb on the cast page! **sob** Sunday, September 15, 2002 [link] 11:37 a.m. listening to: "Haunted" - Poe Reny: I can't find your email! Waaah! I was just looking over my entries for the past few days, and I was struck with the sudden question: shit, when did my life get so boring? And because the good AP student always wastes time instead of doing her homework, the marching band glossary: Drum Major: The Student(s) In Charge. Basically like a club president(s); they're expected to lead the band and set an example. They conduct all the songs. Gabrielino always has two drum majors, one male and one female. Our drum majors this year are Eddie Linnett and Maritza Fuljencio. Section Leader: One step below drum majors in authority. Each section has one or more section leaders, depending on the section. The section leader is basically the "parent" of the section, responsible for working with the section and making sure they can march and play and also handling any conflicts within the section. Drill/Form: They're synonymous, but not really. "Forms" refers to the shape of whatever we're supposed to be making on the field. When we say "dress the form," that means "make the form look the way it's supposed to." Drill refers to actually marching and making those forms. Shako: Those funny hats we wear when we're in full uniform. Dress Center: "Dress center, dress!" is the command do dress center, or otherwise snap to attention. The "center" is whoever is in the middle of the line or, if there is no line, whoever's on the fifty yard line. You dress to that person and make sure you're in the form. Mark Time: Marching in place; your heels go up and down but you don't move from your spot. Step Size: The length of your stride. You must modify your step size depending on where you're going to end up. "Eight to five" means eight steps to five yards; "six to five" is six steps to five yards, and so on. "Four to five" is possible, but very difficult. Box: The box, in the stadium, is I believe where the sportscasters sit during games. But during competitions, the judges sit there. Instruments are usually parallel to the ground, but when the command is given for "horns to the box," then all instruments go up approximately forty-five degrees so that the sound goes to the box. Hash: Hashes are little horizontal "dashes" on each yard line. I assume they serve some function in football, but I'm not sure what that is. ^^;; For marching band we use the hashes to guide certain moves and we step off our spots according to the hashes. Dot-marching vs. Form-marching: When marching drill, everyone is supposed to hit a certain spot, and if everyone hits their spots then the form is perfect. This is in a perfect world; in reality, people almost never hit their spots all the time. So most people "guide to the form"--that is, instead of concentrating on hitting their spot, they just make sure they're in the form. As long as the form looks correct, even if it's not where it's supposed to be, no one should be able to tell. Marching Instructor: We have marching instructors and instrument coaches. Our current instructors are Tony Castro and James Hollis, although Tony can't be with us as much because he's teaching at the middle school. James is an alumni and he's still a rookie at teaching, which frustrates Tony. It's kind of amusing. Vanguard/Drum and Brass Corps: These are the People Who Have Devoted Their Lives to Marching Band. They are, basically, professional marchers. They get paid. They do tours. They Are Gods. Both of our marching instructors have marched and/or do march with the Santa Clara Vanguard. Band Camp: A number of weeks during the summer when the band meets to teach the freshmen how to march, review basics, and begin learning drill. Some bands go away to the middle of nowhere and actually "camp," sleeping away from home and marching all day. Others, like Gabrielino, just meet somewhere every day and go home at the end of each day. Other Notes: Marching is nothing like walking. That is an enormous misconception that frustrates me to no end. There is a reason why we get P.E. credit for marching band, and that's because it is strenuous activity. We're talking Serious Exercise, here. The word "trumpet" may not refer to an actual instrument, but rather the person who plays it. You can usually figure this out from the context. All instruments--and their players--have a personality. Trumpets have a tendency to be arrogant and cocky. French horns are usually very mellow, friendly, and maybe slightly hyperactive and/or spastic. Drummers are not very bright. Tubas are, similarly, not very quick on the uptake. Flutes are obsessive-compulsive and do things like highlight their music, make three copies, and put their name and address on all of them. So on and so forth. And now, to close, a Band Joke: Q: How do you make a trombone into a French horn? A: You put your hand in the bell and miss all the notes. Saturday, September 14, 2002 [link] 10:10 p.m. listening to: "Sleepless" - Soul Coughing This collage is entirely Dagger's fault. Series: X Character(s): Subaru and Seishirou Song/Title: "Sleepless" by Soul Coughing Blurb: Okay, so the collage itself really has nothing to do with the lyrics, but that's mainly because I couldn't really find any good images that vaguely resembled sleep or lack of it. So I went with all the smoking references instead. I'm pretty pleased with the collage overall, though. It's up there with "Penitent" on pleasedness factor. Collage: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/sleepless.jpg The font, by the way, is called "Violation." True story, folks. Saturday, September 14, 2002 [link] 05:00 p.m. listening to: nothing I have decided that my dream life would be to play the French horn for a living and write books in my spare time. And now I'm going to read about evolution and the origin of species. Friday, September 13, 2002 [link] 08:10 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist So fucking tired. Need sleep. Last night was our first football game. We were pretty grumpy about it at first. I mean, Thursday football games just suck; you don't get home until maybe 11:00 PM at night and then you still have homework to do. But it was worth it just to see a small herd of band members jumping up and down on the brand new Astroturf. And petting it. We ended up not marching the show although we knew most of the opener. Some people still don't march correctly and Edo was afraid of falls on the Astroturf, which is very spongy. So we're going to march it next week, and hopefully we'll have the ballad down by then, too. Yesterday we just stood in arcs on the field and played. 4-7 rehearsal today. I hurt like hell. There were a gazillion holes (that means people were missing, so there were "holes" in the formations), which made it really difficult to fix the drill. I'm soaking my feet in hot water right now. I think one of these days I'll write up a little mini-glossary here for people who don't know marching band terms. I know some non-band people read this and they're probably hopelessly confused at this point. But for now, sleep. Wednesday, September 11, 2002 [link] 05:12 p.m. listening to: "Kaddish" - Ofra Haza You're probably expecting some kind of post about the events of one year ago today, how I've changed, how everything else has changed, and more sentimental rambling. I'm not going to do that. Everyone else is, and that's fine for them, but I feel like that's trivializing it. Talking about "anniversaries" makes me think of commercialization, celebration, people waving flags without really understanding what the flag means. Today in class we talked about 9-11 and what it means, and I think that's enough for me. But Mr. Hammett did bring up an interesting point, that in other cultures they remember things with their bodies, not their minds. Eating certain foods, performing certain rituals, and that for them signifies rememberance. I like that. I think it's more appropriate than sitting at home watching documentaries or walking around wearing red, white, and blue. So today, I am lighting a candle and leaving it on. And that is all. Tuesday, September 10, 2002 [link] 04:55 p.m. listening to: "Mouth" - Bush I am sitting at my computer in. . . pajama bottoms! Yeah, okay, so I'm really behind in the pajama bottoms thing. I don't go clothes shopping much. I think the last time I went clothes shopping was. . . uh. . . last summer. And that was only to buy some jeans. But I was seriously running low on wearable T-shirts, so today my dad went to the mall. We went to Anchor Blue! It was. . . not bad. I mean, the prices were actually mostly affordable! So I got m'self some T-shirts, two pairs of jeans, and these fabulous pajama bottoms. I wanted a Hawaiian shirt, too, cos I've always wanted one of those, but it was like thirty dollars for one. And it was on the clearance rack. Christ, that's insane. Today in AP Government we watched a documentary on 9-11 by CNN. It was one of the most painful things I've ever had to watch. But. . . it's part of the healing process, right? Right. Monday, September 9, 2002 [link] 06:40 p.m. listening to: "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate" - Arrogant Worms I had the strangest, most painless experience at the dentist today. Well, it hurt, because drilling your teeth always hurts, but it didn't hurt as much as I was expecting it to. And he was fast; I think it took about twenty minutes to clean my teeth, remove the old fillings (they were cracked and chipped), and put in new ones. The dentist was a very sarcastic guy, too. No wonder my dad goes to him. And now, I have Will's birthday present. I'm sorry it's so plain. I would have put a ship, but I didn't know how, and besides, Gen already did that. The song is indeed "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate," by the Arrogant Worms. Sunday, September 8, 2002 [link] 04:17 p.m. listening to: nothing So. I tutored Kevin this morning, collected my pay, and went home. Then I started watching Dinotopia, which I rented yesterday when I was unable to find Suikoden II (more on that later). Dinotopia, by the way, is a really lousy movie. The acting is hideous, the script is juvenile, and the plot is thin. But the CG is nice. Mmmm, dinosaurs. Anyway, partway through Dinotopia, George comes in. He simply must watch whatever important tennis game is on today. I grudgingly give up the TV. But I can't use the computer because Siean is, as is his tradition on Sundays, playing Morrowind. And he will not give up the computer. I harrass George, persuade him to give me some money, and go forth to return a late DVD to Orbit. Siean gives me two dollars and bades me rent some more GTO. I do so, thinking, yay, we can watch GTO on the computer and I will no longer be bored! Yeah, right. I come back, Siean's still playing Morrowind. He says he wants to watch GTO later, when the television is free. Grumpy, I retire to my room and read bits of Black Beauty. And now, here I am on Pan's computer, unable to do anything, for I do not have administrator rights and thus am quite unable to do things like, say, install programs so that I can do something. Happy birthday, Will! I'm working on a present for you, but it won't be finished until I get my computer back. So, uh, it'll probably be up tomorrow. Sorry! Anyway, now I talk about Suikoden. For some reason, the other day, I felt a strange craving to play Suikoden II. I know not why, for I was not a very great fan of the first one. It was sudden; I wanted to play Suikoden II. So lo, I dragged George out into the street (he has a Blockbuster membership) and off we went. Top Video; no luck. Blockbuster, no luck. Actually, according to Blockbuster, Suikoden does not even exist. The guy put it into the computer, which apparently contains all the titles that the Blockbuster chain carries even though the individual store may not have it, and it wasn't there. I was greatly unhappy. If I get much more bored, I may go insane. I'm just killing time slowly now. Little by little. |
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